We get a "glimpse" of Heaven,
And it lifts us high-
Each time we open up our hearts
To hear the Angels sigh.
Love gets our attention,
And whispers in that "voice"
(The one so small and hushing
Ordained to guide our course.)
Tiny bits of Glory
Allowed to light on earth...
Spark imagination
(Pure redemptive mirth!)
Bathed in twilight-yellow,
They etch on every soul-
A kind of spiritual memory
Which warms us when it's cold.
With an ancient harmony
(In His awesome way)
God can tuck eternity
Into one single day.
~penned by lynn foust

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