A Youthful Vision and Patience
I wrote this poem 32 years ago.
The vision has not dimmed.
We were your children,
Though we knew it not.
We were not their children,
For they never knew us.
We cried and you heard.
Our eyes could grasp the vision
Too distant for those feebler of our elders,
Whose eyes the years of bitterness and strife had dimmed.
It was your vision for we saw your Land.
It was your voice, and we heard your call.
We strove, we fought, we tried to enter in,
But somehow the door stayed shut,
Even though we knew we had the key.
That Key, Your Blood, Your Faith, Your Life,
Would not turn within its lock.
The door we could not open
for you must turn the key.
Don’t let our eyes become dimmed with bitterness and grief.
Allow us, Lord, to work that Land in faith we still can see.
AritusZainan
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amarica
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Susan E Ward replied
Thanks for reading. It’s been 32 years and the vision is not dimmed.