The Picture


All we have

Is the picture

The picture of what we hope for

What we dream of

What we long for

Prayers burn in the chest

Petitions for God to digest

We hold on to short straws and long shots

We hold on to horizons that appear then disappear and reappear

Faith casts a wide net

We sit in this room with a view

Hoping, dreaming

Filling in all the details of the picture

Appreciating all that we have


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16 thoughts on “The Picture

  1. Our dreams and hopes…. sometimes we think we can even grab them and then again they get blurred. But they are still there. When the get blurred perhaps we only need glasses or need to clean the ones we already wear. Your poem describes that process so well!

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