Poems (Rumell)/Reality
REALITY
The sea, the wave and the sunset,The call of the bird in the gloom,A white sail just glimpsed in the farwest,Bring a sense of life's vastness to come.
We all sense it out there in the distance,Behind this wall of material things;Of which we make such a hindrence,We see little of the Reality life brings.
Reality isn't seeking luxury and ease,A mad rush after pleasure and power.It is rather the sweet contentment and peaceThe soul finds in it's communion hour.
That hour may be filled with life's duties,Or the ministering to another in need.But by seeking in each task, it's beauties,We find ourselves spiritually freed.
Perhaps, tis but a moment we travelIn the spirit; we neither see, think or feel:We return from this communion and marvel:-But we know the False from the Real!