I know the promises. This light momentary affliction gives
way to an eternal weight of glory. These faded trappings fall away.
And there it is. A far green country. Beyond the storm and
the sea. White shores. The kingdom on the other side of the glass. A tree of
life and a river of healing. No sun and a world bathed in divine light.
It is a tenuous thread that keeps me here. Mud pies are tolerable
in their time but look at the mess. Caked slum dirt all over my hands. I’m
ready for the holiday by the sea.
Really nice; like the metaphors of mud pies and the holiday by the sea - connecting the ideal with the tangible.
ReplyDeleteGiving credit where credit is due... That is totally a CS Lewis reference. :)
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