James 24:7

I have been too busy to post lately but did find this wonderful stanza from Wendell Berry's poem "Sabbaths 2005."  It just seems to fit with what I was trying to get at when I was writing about the sensual encounter with God.

"The painter Harlan Hubbard said
That he was painting Heaven when
The places he painted merely were
The Campbell or the Trimble County
Banks of the Ohio, or farms
And hills where he had worked or roamed:
A house’s gable and roofline
Rising from a fold in the hills,
Trees bearing snow, two shanty boats
At dawn, immortal light upon
The flowing river in its bends.
And these were Heavenly because
He never saw them clear enough
To satisfy his love, his need
To see them all again, again."