Consolation is to look out,
and solace is to see.
Celestial in the slender,
the common impacts heavily.
When heavenly hands swing
simpler here below,
when looking up is to open wide
and taste the falling snow,
when celebration intimate
is to caress your fault filled wife,
when forgiveness is to forget
the wrong that wrecks your life,
when the flawed substance of creation
collides with Eden’s hoping,
then selfish stress subsides
at the clouds of heaven opening.
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