god's pinky

i held my breath when i read mark nepo refer to the sea as
god's smaller face in the world.

how perfect.

and the phrase popped into my head last nite as i was standing in the
middle of my yard looking up at the sky.

a strong storm was rolling in.
the clouds were churned up, moving swiftly in circular motions.
the different shades of gray were many
and here and there were holes of light shining thru the layers
and layers of power and energy.

i was completely taken with the force above me.

and i thought of that phrase -

god's smaller face in the world.

i was intimidated standing under such power,
i was in awe of the energy that was so beyond me,
and i was moved by the breath taking beauty of it all.

i noticed how full of emotion i was -
and thought if i i felt this full under a stormy sky -
imagine what it would be like standing in front of god.

'this feeling here would be equivalent to seeing god's pinky!' i thought.
and laughed.

what would it be like to stand before god?

not sure i want to.
and yet, not sure i don't.