Poetry

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There are places where heaven
Creeps through the cracks,
Pours like honey
Into open hands.

The smallest cracks
Between earth and sky,
Between hearts and minds,
Between you and I.

Split them open God,
Rip the boarder post down.
Bring me closer to heaven,
Closer to You.

Make these moments last forever -
Where I’m seeing with heaven-eyes…
Your glory,
Your majesty,
Your love.

Make the memories of this sordid earth fade
And give way to your glory.
Lift my eyes
To the cracks in this hood
We’ve pulled over our eyes.

Let me see more.
Let me see You.

There are places where heaven
Creeps through the cracks,
Where I lap up the honey
From my open hands.

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