Peace overwhelming.
Joy consuming.
Love unending.
Words on a page.
How can I make them real to you?
God is so much more than our eyes can see—
What our hands can touch.
Why is the tangible so important?
When tangible things—even our own mortal bodies can become nothing in the blink of an eye?
The body struggles to survive, to make it through one more day, but in the end—the fight is in vain.
The body’s fate has been sealed—it is decaying, rotting with every passing second.
The spirit has no end.
Tomorrow will always be.
It longs to thrive vibrantly on life—
Buried beneath a tiny, dying shell.
Words on a page.
Can they paint the picture that is inside me?
A gentle breeze on a calm sea of peace and tranquility.
Brilliant colors of joy bursting within.
Raging river of love.
These are merely words lying dormant on a page beneath the eyes.
How can I make them alive to you like a volcano re-born?
I can feel the explosion within my spirit trying to consume the futility of my body.
I welcome the cleansing fire of renewal.
Words on a page.
I can’t make them real to you—hard as I may try.
There is only One who can.
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