CONCENTRATED BLISS
We walk about and have our day
My city beloved in emotional attachment
I walk the streets – past shop and cafe
With echoing memories passing my way
Glancing here – glancing there and pausing
I remember – with concentrated bliss
….
This means all and nothing
Nothing when compared
To the weightier matters of the law
All and much in my infinitesimal little life
Those streets and avenues
Where I bounced on my heels of youth
Or trudged – sore-footed in my latter years
…
Until memory has to stop and park
In the recesses of the forgotten
Until memory flights to yonder place
No material building can house
A habitation not made with hands
New perception – All else forgotten
No memory of the former
Just the concentrated bliss of the eternal
Amen, Ken. Well said. It’s easy to reside for a time in the memory of days gone by, but, ultimately, we are to be looking ahead to the future habitation of glory the Lord has established for us.
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Only way to go…😎🙏🏼
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