When All the Mountains Have a Different Face
When all the mountains have a different face,
When every race that walks the land
Remembers not the seed from which it sprang,
You and I will meet again.
Our features will be smooth and clear,
Our eyes both bright and beautiful.
Fear will be a thing unknown,
Replaced by wonder and fair grace.
Weaving worship into song,
We'll celebrate our maker
Among the scented herbs and vibrant flowers
Spreading splendour through our garden.
Desire will be fulfilled
And still our love will linger,
Reluctant to dismiss
The comfort of communion.
©2016 Michael Fraley
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