When We Move Away

When We Move Away

In all our sojourns we get closer to you.

Our one-yearning desire is to be nearer

To hold, to be touched, to be immersed

If but to experience longingly what we lack

What is seen when we get closer to you

Never trust our vision lost to imperfection 

When as prodigals we come to know our value

We cannot be lost if we will ourselves to be found 

Intrinsic to all is this treasure in jars of clay

Of inestimable value seen only in the distance 

To fall in our move away worthy of death

We now truly see the treasure that was lost 

A work of art so fuzzily seen when up close

Now loved, and admired for all that's a masterpiece 

When touched by non-human hands that are everywhere 

When whatever they touched do appear and we are thankful

Purposes for our lives are now perceived slowly

New perspectives are given when once blinded

The clouds now lifted we see the light shining 

To perceive we willingly look from afar