I stand here between the water and the shore--

I stand here, between the water and the shore

The clear water swirling under my knees

Sun shining so bright off water

So bright it hurts my eyes

I stand here, I came swimming

running through water at the glimpse

of you

So familiar, dark head and outstretched hand

Calling, about fish

Now I stand, in time frozen

Staring

as I was among the exiles by the Chebar River, the heavens were opened, and I saw...

and the air so clear it hurts my lungs

You stand, looking me straight

in the eyes.

I see the hairs on your arm

real and distinct

I see the roughness of your sleeve

Pulled back, its threads catching the morning wind

I see your hand

with a thumb-sized hole in it, scabs lumped at the edges

And the side of a broiled fish in your hand

And the Glory of LORD went up from the Kheruv...and the House was filled with the cloud; the court... with the brightness of the the Glory of the LORD,

and the sound of the wings of the Kheruvim was heard as far as the outer court, like the voice of El-Shaddai when He speaks...

Sun so bright it hurts my eyes

Air so clear it hurts my lungs

I stand between the water and the shore

You stand here also, your eyes meet mine, again

Holding out half a crisp-roasted fish

You look, into me, with clear bright eyes

Like the appearance of the bow that is in the cloud on the day of rain, so was the appearance of brightness all around, Such was the appearance of the likeness of the Glory of the LORD. And when I saw it, I fell on my face, and I heard the voice of one speaking...

“Come and have breakfast”