beyond the dying forest
the vague sound of
a distant flute
drifts within a lingering mist
.
this place of faith
you’re told,
where the heart departs
from all of life’s struggles
into a blessed contentment
.
but how can this be
the doubters ask
the voice you hear you cannot see
you cannot touch the sound you hear
so soft and clear and hearteningly
.
a mind deprived of
those mystery’s yet unseen
foregoes the wisdom
often spoken in whispers
to those ears attuned to hear….
.
all history repeats,
naught is new under the sun,
all history repeats,
all have sinned and fallen short,
there is none righteous, (not one)
.
it’s true - we’ll all die,
some think with no place to go,
but some convinced that
beyond the dying forest
a believer’s life begins….
.
the morning glory opens
after being touched by
slivers of warming sunlight
.
reaching for what is,
for what is hoped for,
for the unseen,
without end, waiting to
taste the one word of always….
.
beggars in
shadowy rags seek
to inhale the freshness
of gardenia blossoms, where
life is lighter than a cloudless heaven,
and where a believers hope lingers
yet in the scent of pine…..
.
richard lloyd cederberg
5/2022
.
2nd Corinthians 5
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