A Little While Longer

O to stay
a little while longer
by the rill of still waters
down stream
where the rains fall up
and sun rays burst
through a truer light
a snow-white flock
sweeps soundlessly
across His royal diadem
of bluest blue
above
an emerald sea reflecting
only shadows
below
good things
yet to be
blood-red
poppies burst
into a symphony
of ripening wheat waving
upon a thousand hills
where sheaves of gold bow down
and bend beneath His will
because they know
no end
to His endless
new beginnings
in the risen
One
in whom we have the hope of forgiveness
and the death of all sins
a joy forever
fullest at His feet
under which
every high and mighty mountain melts
like wax.

Petra O. Hefner

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