Here is this man working all the signs.
And what action are we taking.
Our world boxed in by our own rigid lines.
Are we just passing through or really seeking.

I was looking intently at the candle.
A joyful heaviness came down.
Into eternity I seemed to have a handle.
A spiritual seed for a minute was sown.

These moments when time stops pass.
Leaving a memory of what might be.
We are merely cut grass.
In this world we cannot truly hear or see.

But a memory of contentment remains
Like gentle soothing summer rains.

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He works all the signs
What action are we taking
We must ask ourself

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See John 11 : 45- 56