When Glory Takes Your Hand

Do you hear it?

The gentle whisper in your ear?

Do you see it?

The faint mist falling like soft tears?

Do you smell it?

The fresh air filtering through your nostrils into your lungs?

Do you taste it?

The subtle sweetness lingering on your tongue?

Do you feel it?

The radiant glory that quietly takes your hand?

Glory takes you by the hand and says,

“Here, let me show you something.”

Glory takes you by the hand and leads you,

Through summer, autumn, winter, spring.

She turns your eyes away from darkness,

To behold her great light.

She turns your eyes away from pain and sorrow,

To give you new sight.

It is now, in glory’s hands, that you see new life bursting forth all around you.

There is glory dancing all around us,

Glory in starry night skies spent next to a fire ablaze.

There is glory dancing all around us,

Glory in shadows created by trees and the bright sun’s rays.

There is glory dancing all around us,

Glory in mountains, oceans, the sunrise and sunset.

There is glory dancing all around us,

Glory in people, in music, in all the paintings at the MET.

There is glory dancing all around us,

Glory in you and glory in me, all you must do is choose to see.

So.

Do you hear it?

The gentle whisper in your ear?

Do you see it?

The faint mist falling like soft tears?

Do you smell it?

The fresh air filtering through your nostrils into your lungs?

Do you taste it?

The subtle sweetness lingering on your tongue?

Do you feel it?

The radiant glory that quietly takes your hand?