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The ordinary saints, the ones we know,
Our too-familiar family and friends,
When shall we see them? Who can truly show
Whilst still rough-hewn, the God who shapes our ends?
Who will unveil the presence, glimpse the gold
That is and always was our common ground,
Stretch out a finger, feel, along the fold
To find the flaw, to touch and search that wound
From which the light we never noticed fell
Into our lives? Remember how we turned
To look at them, and they looked back? That full-
-eyed love unselved us, and we turned around,
Unready for the wrench and reach of grace.
But one day we will see them face to face.
Bruce Herman, François, 2014 Used by permission.
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Teresa Serenith
Thank you.
Adriana
Beautiful.
Ann Schrooten
I saw him face to face. He was my son Jack. www.jack-schrooten.blogspot.com
Sonya Palumbo
Thank you for sharing your work with us. The line , "Who will unveil the presence, glimpse the gold That is and always was our common ground, Stretch out a finger, feel, along the fold To find the flaw, to touch and search that wound From which the light we never noticed fell Into our lives? " shown through to my heart.