Invisible …
Shrouded in mists of faith.

Unfathomable …
Shuddering through the grind of daily living.

Fanciful …
Stricken by the forces of reality.

It only seems a dream.

Yet …
There are moments when wind parts fog,
A glimpse of spiraling towers is captured,
Beautiful songs are heard,
The voice of the King singing over His kingdom.

Quickly to disappear …

It is enough.

The Kingdom is real …
Its vision lies just beyond the shadows,
Its hope offers a beloved tomorrow,
Its promise breaks the chains of today.

© John A. Taylor, 2013

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