Poetry

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A New Perspective

Enclosed in a mist
No vision
Can’t see
Beyond the limits of my cares.

Beyond are trees and grass and sunshine life -
But I can’t see.
The gloom has closed me in.

A small world
Walled
A prison
Room without a view
To walk short steps
Round and round
Without escape
No beneficial exercise
Of free imagination
Thoughts feeding fears
Anxieties burning friendship and love from my soul.

And Jesus comes -
Light and warmth
That lift the mist
And distance comes
And life bursts out in morning splendour
And vision comes
Renewed
And hope revives
In beauty once again
A new perspective
Of the glory of my King.

After discussing Isaiah 43:18 with my wife, "Forget the former things; do not dwell on the past,” and after watching a lovely mist slowly disperse from our hillside home in Somerset, England.
March 3rd 2002

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