Fresh aroma rising, ascend these verdant hills,
Smell of sweet oblation, of clouded senses healed.
Onward through to heaven, by His feet, to kneel,
Arouse this drowsy spirit, infuse a vigour new.
Chapter written, last verses sang,
Memories hold, the spirit commend.
Curtains drawn, in darkness blend,
A graceful bow, embracing the End.
Dull in spirit, weak of mind,
Slothful senses, all combine.
Sightings of The Lord, seem hard to find,
Yet here is the Rose, alas, dim eyes.
Do not afraid.
Set aside what age, knowledge and experience have long conspired to fill your mind and in so doing, killed off your childlike wonderment.
Where once you expect to see just another flower,
A delightful bouquet yet grows before you,
to refresh your spirit and heal your senses.
“Then I saw a new heaven and a new earth.”
~ Revelations 21:1
A bouquet of different flowers growing from the same plant.
Has the law demanding “an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth” ever brought about a peaceful and lasting solution to any of the woes in this world?
Is it not rather in bending to mercy and forgiveness, that the law finds its true fulfilment and for man, a realisation of his nobler self?
The placard reads “Please do not lean cycles against this wall”. Cambridge, UK
“If you, LORD, keep account of sins,
Lord, who can stand?
But with you is forgiveness and
so you are revered.”
~ Psalm 130:3-4