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fragile thoughts soon forgotten

Friday, December 30, 2005

promise of tomorrow

every morning feels like
Groundhog Day
a movie that never ends
i go about
my black and white existence
awaiting His return
and the banquet to follow

come with me
throw off your rags of yesterday
dance with me in the
light of eternity
before His throne
no more tears of boredom or sadness
for
heaven awaits us

1 Comments:

At 10:23 PM, Blogger Keith Dow said...

i like how "dance with me" is in the present tense, and yet you're speaking about heaven which is usually assumed to be in the future, yet if heaven is eternal it is not in the future. i don't know if you meant to do this, but it's beautiful how we can speak of yesterday being wiped clean and tomorrow being a vapor, but the joy of heaven itself is a present hope because it is an eternal reality.

 

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