By Janice Cartwright
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Down a familiar, dismal street I made my way,
Expecting nothing different today.
For I’d walked here many times before,
And if anything the dreariness was more.
It was a place where loved ones dwelt.
No beauty here, no lifting of the spirit felt
By gazing at the yard and tree.
My eye searches for and longs to see
Some sign of beauty, but only poverty
Looks back and mocks at me
For wanting more for these beloved seed
Bereft of father. I see only scarcity and need!
Then suddenly my heart turns light
When over all a spirit bright
Splashes cheer and sunshine of The Highest form.
Outside the realm of mundane life anew is born
The cheerless street I thought I knew. Despising
Is transformed, I see now reality, surprising.
Surpassing is His presence, over all He reigns supreme,
Our reality is false; our present lives but dreams.
Cast in true light, this earthly customary way
Becomes all sudden revealed to me today
That all belongs to Him and by Him is made new:
What we see now is fleeting, what He knows alone is true.
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