April 6, 2019

There's beauty in the mists of life when definition wanes.

And captivating pontificating about what may lie ahead

The river's winding curves can hide what's just around the bend

And in the trees and forest floors are creatures blending in

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A sudden morning fog sets in and clarity is veiled

All the vision that I'd had suddenly has failed

In the haze I hold on to what I know is true

and take the path I see by faith-- it will lead me through

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Then in the potter's kiln I find all has filled with smoke

The heat and flame, sure to fuse the crumbled and the broke

 The cloud has hid the sacred work but soon it will emerge

A brilliant piece of priceless art, the Potter’s secret work

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1 Cor. 13:12 For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.