Can you feel it?

It is the satin of an apple blossom on your cheek.


Can you smell it?

It is damp earth and greening trees.


Can you hear it?

It is hints on the breeze of a song of new life.


Close your eyes

and breathe.


It is real

and is waiting beneath what you can see.


We are meant

to be real.

We are meant

to recognize the real.


Close your eyes to what you can see

and breathe in

the real.


Fill yourself up with what

is given at all times

and is surrounding what you may see.


Can you sense it?

Satisfy yourself with what is deeper for it

is real.


we who have fled for refuge might have strong encouragement to hold fast to the hope set before us. We have this as a sure and steadfast anchor of the soul, a hope that enters into the inner place behind the curtain, where Jesus has gone as a forerunner on our behalf, having become a high priest forever after the order of Melchizedek. (Heb. 6.18-20)

For in this hope we were saved. Now hope that is seen is not hope. For who hopes for what he sees? But if we hope for what we do not see, we wait for it with patience. (Rom. 8.24-25)

(poem and photos copyright by Made Sacred 2013)

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