Ghost of Perfection

Ghost of Perfection

Copyright 2017 Don Ray

What new can be said?

What new can possibly be said?

Has not all been spoken?

Have we not said everything possible?

What could be learned, what could possibly be taught?

Surely our limits to learning have long since been exceeded.

What could possibly entice anyone to sit and listen?

Yet in the moments of perfection,

in the flutter of a wing,

in a passing breeze,

in the foliage calm and serene and inviting,

waiting there,

waiting there,

are the lessons,

the lessons for which we long,

the lessons from which we run.

Perfection drifts momentarily into view,

then a blink of the eye and it’s gone.

Our kaleidoscope image of the world,

our shattered and jumbled perceptions,

cannot quite put into focus that perfection.

But in a breath,

for a fleeting moment,

we glimpse it.

“It is good” said its Creator

upon beholding the handiwork.

Does that not confirm the perfection we thought we saw?

It is well hidden,

hidden by our tears and grimaces and grief,

but once in a while,

when we least expect it,

we can look back at an event,

like a ghost visiting an old house,

and we can see the perfection.

It may approach, dim and nebulous,

crafting outcomes and opportunities,

motivating responses and reactions,

perfection in outcomes not yet revealed,

perfection when viewed from a distance,

perfection from God’s perspective,

in the flutter of a wing,

in a passing breeze,

in the foliage calm and serene and inviting,

waiting there,

waiting there,

Copyright 2017 Don Ray
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