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Hello Lady 'feather,
here is a little something to start Sunday with.
Trike

Approaching The Moment

In a mirror, a darkling image, of what might yet get to be,
in hopes of rising to the light, and in His sight be seen.
Man, the eternal rebel, from his faith and fate can not flee,
and in the end, the One will hold all the pieces, fair or mean.

Like clay upon the wheel, where life shapes the vessel with care,
as God tests the spirit there within, forming the soul inside.
Tempered in the fires of life, the spirit outgrows the shell there,
and on the appointed day, breaks free to be with the Master Sculptor at His side.

Frail ego, soft and aging shell, pains of approaching Death in sight,
yet these are but a moment on the doorstep to becoming something new.
God waits with gentle patience for the moment we get it right,
and brings us home to perfection as His words promise so to do