Prelude to Going Home

 

Around every corner
     an adventure waits.
          The world is clean and new....
Every color is as bright as if my eyes were freshly born.
     I have touched the silken clouds with the tips of my fingers;
I have handled heaven.

     This is my time.
These visions, these beauties, these stirrings of the heart,
     were created by God for me.
I will marvel for
     as long as I may.
Who can ever know how long?
But in the glories of this day,
     I am whole.
Who will see this when I'm gone?

 

Around any corner
     my true love waits.
          The world is hot as steam....
Every taste is as sweet as if my tongue were freshly born.
     I have touched her silken hair with the tips of my fingers;
I have handled heaven. 

     This is my time.
These touchings, these feelings, these longings of the heart,
     were created by God for me.
I will love her for
     as long as I may.
Who can ever know how long?
But in the glories of this day,
     I am whole.
Who will kiss her when I'm gone?

 

Around the next corner
     the dragon waits.
          The world is cold and dark....
Each terror thrusts as deep as if my heart were freshly torn.
     A tingle of apprehension pricks the tips of my fingers;
I shall soon see heaven.

     This is my time.
These hardships, these duties, these testings of the heart,
     were created by God for me.
I will wrestle for
     as long as I may.
Who can ever know how long?
But in the glories of this day,
     I am whole.
Who will battle when I'm gone?

 

 

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