Present from creation,
the essence of life,
glory, love, grace hidden
through millenniums,
glimpsed in lives, hinted in peace,
recognized by few.
Present in flesh a few years,
hidden in crowds, obscured by ordinary,
blending with normal,
recognized by those wanting to see.
Raised in glory, recognized, honored,
revered, put on a shelf as too good.
Remembered but hidden, impersonal,
sanctified, beyond interest in folk.
Found again in my heart, part of me,
waiting for welcome, ready for real,
finally, for me, hidden no more.
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