Glory
Glory
not our vision
in
day to day turmoil
allowing
imitations to
color
our hearts, our words,
deeper
despair
when
strategy strikes.
Wonder
where God is.
Nature
gives glimpses
if
we stop and look at
splinter
of light breaking
through
storm clouds
tiny
green shoots in
fire
parched landscape
touches
of glory in a
friend’s
handclasp.
Glory
ever present
when
we look outward.
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