For now we see through a glass, darkly*


Is it not odd, how God stays hidden—

Yet shows to one washed with pure vision.


Splendor shining through a cosmic veil;

A still small voice in a tempest’s wail . . .


Strange—how He conceals and yet reveals,

Not seen, but felt, whenever we kneel.


Stranger still: we affirm or deny

He is—or is not. I wonder why?


*1 Corinthians 13:12

The writer has written sacred and secular verse for decades. He has been published in Prairie Messenger, Windhover, The Anglican Theological Review, Ancient Paths, The Christian Communicator, Time of Singing, The Christian Century, and others. He is a member of the Winston Salem Writers. He serves a life sentence, condemned to write verse. His Jesus Through A Poet’s Lens is now available via Kindle. https://www.amazon.com/s?k=Peter+Carrington+Venable&ref=nb_sb_noss