There’s a very thin veil
Between this world and the next
That billows as we leave
What’s good for what’s best:
As summer-flutter sheers
Grant a glimpse outdoors.
Heavy feet on Calvary,
Bereft of all pride,
Boast in affliction of
One who steps in stride:
The tread has worn a trench,
Into which He pours.
Tousled rumpled sleepyhead
Nearly rolls right off the bed!
Mother catches with a cry
And soothes him with a lullaby:
O! blearied, wearied sweetness shared
In lash-brushed cheek and noses paired.
A tiny little moment,
I almost let it pass-
It bubbled between naptime
And pickup’s screaming dash.
Not something to remember,
Just a tear-cheek kiss-
But the narrow road to heaven
Is cobbled just like this.
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