I hold a vision, from here to there

Where I can see, things of memory

The path lays before me, shining crystal clear

As shadows dance, silently on the fringe

Overcome by desires, that scamper quickly away

While standing still, falls a single rolling tear

One small drop, that holds all my fears

A haunting serenade, redemptive love infringes

Beckons a safe passage, to another world

Where angels play, beyond the undiscovered

Grace reaches softly, no heart left untouched

The broken places, cracks desperately patched

This is where the light, shines into the pain

A question wells up within, as deep calls to deep

How do I ever get, from here to there?

~Mark W. Schutter ©2014