LEAVES OF LIVES
We take these precious names
as leaves of lives, faded and worn,
ethereal as the beams of morning sun
yet representing beings known and loved.
Having weight and taking space
in unseen realms we know not of,
and yet we do know Father’s grace
extends to them in special place.
That they might with us share one day
the light and truth the Father gives,
perfected by His son’s own life ,
who died yet still, exalted lives.
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Edwin,
ReplyDeleteThis is a beautiful poem. I love it. I appreciate your love of Christ and also the Spirit of Elijah that you so willingly share.
-J. Doug