28 April 2019

just beyond

April soon will slip away
the rains retreat, to hide in a place
we will not know, umbrellas 
useless now, tightly furled

so too our season in Africa
tumbles towards its end
leaving bumps, scratches
bruises, time alone can heal

yet there, just beyond reach
not quite in focus, waits
an outburst of new
glory unfolding, certain
as life

I show you specified new things from this time forth, 
even hidden things [kept in reserve] which you have not known. 
They are created now [called into being by the prophetic word], 
and not long ago; and before today you have never heard of them, 
lest you should say, Behold, I knew them!

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