A Glimpse of Glory

I am soaring on the wings of contemplation,
Longing to see what is presently blurred.
Oh for just a glimpse of the great consummation:...
What eye has not seen, what ear has not heard.

Isaiah, open my eyes, oh visionary!
I now know in part, Paul; what is the sum?
Unveil his glory, John! Praise him, blessed Mary!
Light my path, reveal that which is to come.


© 2018 David Acosta Perez