Arresting Presence

The 'vision' was to be remembered.
But the hour of its visit was not.
A reinvention of my thought process...
Came to startle and speeded the beating,
Of my heart.
It did not terrorize,
But held me in awe and with surprise.
And before my eyes and ears appeared...
Magnificent light with familiar voices,
I endeared.
Immediate comfort with peace was mine.
Whatever 'it' was...
I knew it was divine.
And I could not protest,
Its arresting presence.

'What do you think 'it' was? '

I don't know!
But I'm glad I'm not on crack.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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