Photograph copyright by Michael Bath at http://lightningphotography.com.au/favourites.html and prose below by H. Stewart.

The Seraphim’s Threshold
Spontaneous Poem (or what some call automatic writing).
Cold sharp ridged wings sing
Amongst gray and black wonders
Thundering sounds abound
My lily body is tingling
Light flashes in my eyes
Snakes slither at my feet
Biting me with searing teeth
A rod I’ve become in sensing
Psalms echo within and without my soul
Burning my finger tips
Slithering at my feet
Hail thunders upon me
I dared to dance
As ignorance draws deception
I dared to chance
The Seraph’s attention
My lily body lay upon its threshold
Cold sharp ridged wings sing
Amongst gray and black wonders
My soul now a tapestry -
of thundering wings
H. Stewart
10/28/08