A Poem: If you could see

If you could see the circle of our house,
you who have lost.
You might see that just because,
they are for a moment
out of sight;
they have not gone.

No, our house is higher,
and wider
in circumference,
than what we can measure
with our mortal senses,
and human minds.

If we could see the circle of His house,
we who have lost.
We might walk a little easier,
knowing that He is with us.
And those we can no longer see –
just up front.

Our house, is a circle.
We are all just a hands breadth a way.
Our fingers, they cannot reach,
or voices cross the miles.
But we are somehow
still contained,

by the hands, in which we’re held.

Ana Lisa de Jong
March 2017

 

 

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