Glory Soaked

Glory-soaked streets
            Paved with gold
His watercolor Glory floods my soul
Visions of Heaven?
            Perhaps. But Who knows?
Surrounded by Glory
            Peace slowly unfolds

Neither car woes
            Nor weather
                        Nor failing wipers
Nor surly employees
            With smiles like vipers
Separate from His Glory that soaks deep within
So keep hoping.
            And praying.
                        And trusting in Him.

Background

Linda will have to write the background here to do it justice, but I can tell you that it was written after a harrowing trip home from a wedding through the remnants of Hurricane Rita.

Larry