New Poem, The Artist Sees
Since I don’t have a blog of my own at the moment, I’ll just post this here. (Nice poem, by the way.)
Today is All Saints Day, a holy day instituted for the recognition and remembrance of those of the Faith who have gone before us. “Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles, and let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us.” Those in heaven watch over us as an audience watches a race, cheering us on at every step with encouragement and grace.
“The twenty-four elders fell down before the Lamb. Each one had a harp and they were holding golden bowls full of incense, which are the prayers of the saints… There was a great multitude that no one could count, from every nation, from all tribes and peoples and languages, standing before the throne and before the Lamb, robed in white, with palm branches in their hands… But you have come to Mount Zion, to the heavenly Jerusalem, the city of the living God. You have come to thousands upon thousands of angels in joyful assembly, to the church of the firstborn, whose names are written in heaven. You have come to God, the judge of all men, to the spirits of righteous men made perfect, to Jesus the mediator of a new covenant, and to the sprinkled blood that speaks a better word than the blood of Abel.”
This road we walk on has been blazed by countless others who have gone before us, and they watch in great anticipation what we shall do.