And I awoke
And saw a crowd of singers
Loudly rehearsing
The victories of their King.
Crutches and prosthetics
Discarded
New skin formed over
Past troubles
Vision twenty-twenty
And hearing right on key.
The celebration embodying
My journey’s hope
Of family and forgiveness
Of danger’s dwindling snarl.
The inner Spring given voice
Now free from any reticence
From past stumblings
Shame or confusion.
This was the real
Behind the screen of struggle
Inequity and clamour.
This was Heaven.
And Jesus arrived…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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