I bless you to see
The New
So vividly
That you forget
The Old.
It’s God’s promise:
“For behold I create
New heavens
And a new earth
And the former things
Shall not be remembered
Or come into mind.” (Isaiah 65:17)
The radiance of spring
Makes you forget the gray
Of winter.
The power of grace
Makes you forget the gray
Of shame.
May God give you eyes to see
All that is fresh—
To be enthralled with
All that is hope—
So the old must of darker days
Doesn’t even come to mind.