Faith
sees spring’s leaf buds and blossoms, tastes autumn’s fruit.
Eyes
see the storm.
Faith
sees life-enhancing rain that refreshes and supples the land.
Eyes
see the small, inert-looking speck.
Faith
sees all of that tiny seed’s fertile potential.
Eyes
see the trail’s steep grade, effort and toil.
Faith
sees the panoramic view at trail’s end.
Eyes
see flames consuming, ravaging.
Faith
sees warmth, light, nutrients and purification.
Eyes
see wilderness’s danger and foreboding.
Faith
sees its ability to produce recollection, thoughtfulness and intention.
Eyes
see glitz, neon lights, goods, attractions, and amusements.
Faith
sees their prospective power to damage the spirit.
Eyes
see geese in chevron flight moving south for the long winter.
Faith
sees a spring return on pacific breeze.
Eyes
see little, scanning quickly over natural beauty.
Faith
sees the good pleasure of the Creator, and lingers.
Eyes
see death, stark and brutal.
Faith
sees resurrection, hope springing eternal.
Eyes
fail.
Only
faith sees.
Marvelous
redemption.
Blessed Easter Tomorrow,
RGM, March 31 2018
RGM, March 31 2018