Resurfacing

When I have gone deep in prayer
And seen the Spirit move
In my life or the life of a friend,
I come out of it

Stunned.

I understand that Isaiah said,
Woe is me, for I am of unclean lips
And I live among a people of unclean lips,
For my eyes have seen the glory.

It takes me, sometimes,

Hours

To feel like I am again embodied.
I know that I will return to myself,
But it will take some time.
Meanwhile,
It is like my spirit has displaced my flesh.

I think about John the Apostle,
After his vision of the Seven Churches.

He would have come out of that
And eventually needed sustenance
And sleep.

To wobble between the eternal realm
And the temporal …

How shaky he must have felt.