if God appeared to me
in all Her blinding resplendence
i would gnash my teeth at Her
and pound my fists into His chest
until the tears burst forth from my screaming
eyes like a great, thunderous squall.
like a lost child i would wail
hysterical in my manic disorientation
burying my face into Her bosom
soaking Him with my salty tears
until sheer exhaustion alone
subdued my terrible tantrum.
then, after my breathing steadied
and my eyes had dried and cooled,
and the fear that rages and howls within me finally subsided
i would turn,
straighten my collar,
wipe my cheeks with my sleeve,
and go back out into this broken dream-world
looking over my shoulder every so often
just to make sure
She was still there.