Proportional

1 Corinthians 13:12 12 For now we see in a mirror indirectly, but then we will see face to face.Now I know in part, but then I will know fully, just as I have been fully known. Feelings

 

It feels good to be in the dessert again.

Where all seems peaceful, quiet and serene.

The only noise interrupting a thought

Is a fan constant running but unseen.

 

In the distance a subtle noise

from the environment all the time

It never stops, so gets ignored,

That’s just a habit of mine

 

The start of another day

A gift hardly understood

It flows from the river of Love

from the Throne of Ever-good

 

It’s fed from a spring by a Cross

that originated in freedom of Life

Its water and blood wash away

all obvious contention and strife

 

It bleaches all things to white

When it strokes the inside/out

Whatever dirt it seems to touch

evaporates quickly into a cloud

 

Most everyone neglects the stream

as they enjoy the murky waters.

That covers up their iniquities

and hides these from all others

 

Well clear defines what is not so

It is like a mirror for the knowing

Reflecting life as it ought to be

Partially full and partly growing

 

Murky deeply reflects our inner-man

like a mirror of with slight distortions

True but strange and out of sight

Reflection of death out of proportion  

 

Jan Wienen

This poem is about: 
Me

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