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The Rapture
That life still presses on
After His glance
In time that held the years;
His face frozen, forever etched,
Fixed in mind, yet askance,
Oh, how I love Him.
Not shallow, but deep -
Permanent -
Like words on a page
Without rapture -
Yet, for me only, it is.
Oh, how I love Him.
Photo-shot, forever,
A peripheral view,
Of a fleshly face, hiding eternity,
That marked the years
With me.
Oh, how I love Him
An indelible mark - lasting
Forever;
In one secret moment
Grasping the truth
For the first time.
Oh, how I love Him.
The time we fought;
The time we built up;
The time that passed.
Rapture, Oh, Rapture!
Oh, how I love Him.
Where the years of light grew dark
And where the dark gave light
Over the years, so many years,
Rapture, here it is
On His face for me.
Oh, how I love Him.
Lifting me up in a rush,
Oh, how I love Him.
© 2013 cynthtggt
Comments
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Yes, Rebeccamealey, I truly was inspired in an unexpected moment. Thank you for stopping here to read it and your comments.
This is so beautiful...I can see that you were quite inspired, and that is why it turned out to be so awesome!
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Barbara and Jackie, thank you both so much. It is tough putting into words some things. I truly appreciate your stopping by and your kind compliments.
This is beautiful. I'm voting it up.
What a beautiful writing from your heart and soul. ^
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BlossomSB - thank you so much. Good to see you. And God bless you too!
This is just beautiful! God bless you for writing such a lovely piece.
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Ms. Dora, thanks for stopping by and commenting.
I like the theme and the form. Beautiful!
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Thank you, Faith. Yes we are. God bless you too.
Oh, how very beautiful Cynthia! I love your poetry. Yes, the rapture ... believe we are closer than we might realize.
Up ++++ and sharing
God bless you. In His Love, Faith Reaper
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