Shadows of the Real

This empirically proven vision, which we call reality
Is but a fleeting observation, stored in memory.
The innocence of arching shape, sparks beauty to our soul,
The physical, but a flower, from which time must take it's toll.
Soon time will end, a mechanism winding down.
Yet, eternally, believer's consciousness, in praise and glory will be found.
Just as the wisdom of our God, by the physical is concealed,
So too, the plan of God, by law and ritual, has been revealed.
It is for the glory of our God, when He conceals a matter,
from unbelievers, whom by rebellion He does scatter.
Here a little, there a little, is unveiled the master plan.
Progressively revealed to us, as we are given to understand.
Torah is a shadow of the love of our great King.
When that love is come to us, our joy mounts up on eagle's wings.
Messiah shall return, to gather those who are His.
Then we shall be like Him, for we shall see Him as He is.
The Spirit given us, is the lawkeeper of our hearts,
We, the temple of our God, to participate as part,
of the kingdom of His Christ, told as parables,
stories of the future, of prophesies fulfilled in full.
The times set to celebrate, commemorate before the fact
God's prewritten history, of how He would soon act.
The feasts a perpetual covenant of events due to unfold,
The epic of His redemption, that He has for so long foretold.
Such a lyrical enigma, that ideas far beyond our ken,
by faith, through the Spirit, are opened to the eyes of men.