I cannot see beyond the moment but,
in this moment
I can see the hills of Zion in the horizon...
I can colour the sky pink in autumn,
the hills of golden hue,
the bushes in colour
the rivers deep and wide,
I can paint the lillies ,
the way my mother likes it..
'easter white'
I can paint snow on the mountains,
gurgling brooks,
and deep,deep blue sky..
I can create stillness in my canvas,
the Holy silence,
I can colour my trees and bushes
golden brown with fire,
purple and green
dancing ,and tiptoeing
to the whims and fancies
of my inexperienced brush...
I can paint the dew of Hermon...
falling on Mount Zion,
I can even stand on Mount Pisgah
and look at the promised land...
in this moment ,
(Dedicated to the family of the soul that succumbed to depression in DSM and to the mother who lost a child even as she helped us buy the vemtilator for our ACU)
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