No Urge to Flee

Then I saw a great white throne and Him who was seated on it. The earth and the heavens fled from His presence, and there was no place for them.

(Revelation 20:11)

I stopped reading

and mused,

How will that look?

All of creation

fleeing His presence.

Suns, moons,

mountains, oceans,

forests, deserts,

myriads and myriads

of people,

beasts,

fish,

and fowl;

Racing from

the ineffable power

and glory

and majesty

of God.

But in my muse

I stood still

and silent.

Creation blurred past,

yet I sensed no urge

to flee;

But only to run

toward my daddy

who art in heaven.