The Power Of The Word
Faith is following where Heaven leads,
Even if told to be tranquil,
Held safe within its stillness and peace.
Alone in my room,
The vision unfolded,
A landscape, a green field.
Falling from the sky,
Church walls tumbling,
Stone floor appearing.
Bright sky disappearing,
Church roof landing,
Stained glass windows shining.
Pews out of thin air,
To the left and right,
The scent of roses forming...
Words flying all about me,
Holy hymns of years gone by,
Sounds of laughter and tears...
Children giggling at humour,
Then flying smiles above me,
Twirling in small circles...
Words drawing closer to me,
Nestling upon my heart,
Sinking into me, warming me...
Such were and are God's gifts,
For my season of life,
For this portion and beyond...
For others shall feast with me,
Upon the written themes,
The visions and the dreams...
Look, a child approaches,
Knows my name, shakes my hand,
Calls me brother, calls me friend...
Speaking words without sounds,
Words cascading from his mouth,
Telepathic transmissions...
Yet who am I to be so blessed?
What did I do to deserve my calling?
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poem by Denis Martindale
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