This poem is a bit rough around the edges. It needs some polishing (and maybe even a bow tie). However, it states some of the things I have been turning around in my head lately, and it is something new for the blog. Something that can fill in that multi-month gap of profound silence. :)
If I could peel back the temporal
But momentarily catch a glimpse
Of that which withstands fire
To see with certainty
Paths tailored for my feet
With unscaled eyes witness myself
A new creature, washed
Not merely
Human confined in blemished skin
If I could but peel back the temporal
Would I still run
After the fleeting,
The illusive
The idolatrous?
With regenerate sight
Would my new perspective
Feed abandonment-
Propel a heart that loved
Without the impatient voice of reservation?
To long to peel back the temporal
Is that merely a Thomas Request?
Stemming from innate doubt of the glorious?
A lack of trust?
A scantiness of faith?
This longing to see beyond the area of path
Which my feet know
And my mind feels
Someday,
The temporal will be peeled back
Open wounds will be healed
Tears will be brushed away
Purpose will be defined
Hope will unite with her gorgeous cadence
Until then, The Eternal One
Who felt the pinions of the temporal
Who brushed into place
What the optical lens knows and understands
He will feed us from His hand
That which is needed for today
For today and right now
2 comments:
Is there a poem, or any piece of artwork for that matter, that doesn't need polishing?
The "optical lense" thought in last stanza is a beautiful one.
When the temporal is finally peeled back, I wondered if it will be an explosion to the senses... like peeling an orange, watching a sunrise and hearing the 'Hallelujah Chorus' all at the same time. All longings will be fulfilled... what a day that will be!
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