The Shekinah: Up, Up and Away!

Dense foggy clouds--and knowing God must be drifting by me in One. I am looking for Him everywhere but do not see Him unless I close my eyes. When I hear nothing, I hear Him. When I see nothing, I see Him. I imagine Her face and He is then with me. I have not seen Her in many moons, but see Him when I imagine Her. She is always smiling and then She is standing tall and proud--One kisses and One hides--He is there always never hiding while She is smiling at me. I see Her smiling even though I cannot see anything or anyone else. It is my hidden secret joy. When I am tired I see Her face and then want to rest. She is dressed in white vestments with bells and pomegranates dangling at Her hem; always with dark raven black hair with silvery white whisps, curling, reflecting sun and moonlight, surrounding Her high cheek bones, like the feathers of an Indian headdress. I see Her dancing and kicking up heels like at a pow wow. Her snake rattles and then She blows a shofar and I hear it too, as I am blinking, seeing Her stronger as She dances and blows it, and smiles at me. My eyes blink to Her drums. This secret happening is Her and She will never leave--as long as I close my eyes. She is flying in Her feathers; but never burning Herself on the hot sun. Her feathers are in wax but she flies higher and higher and She does not even have to try. She is my Eagle. She is Up and UP and UP. She is Cho-achma, Binah, Tiferet...all good things: "The Shekinah." Selah!