Dim is the reflection showing
of future mirrored by past
and such eternal glimmer
a little spark, a sudden shimmer
I yearn to know what lasts.
A heart of love, a heart of freedom
that won’t wither on that glorious day.
We’re made to see what eyes can’t fathom
the end of time, that endless cavern
in which fear and hate reside.
I want to go outside.
Awake, new world and smile!
no longer revile life!
for life itself is new
with black storm clouds gone, the sky is golden-blue
and how my heart aches for this –
Oh God, my God, my heart to you,
your love is as sweet as your grace.
Come, sweet King of Heaven
and bear us up, the Heaven Born,
how can I naught but worship you –
you fill my heart with hope and joy,
life’s struggles fought and one.
– Adam Taylor Green, 2013