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Article: Poetry by Hadassah Treu

Poetry by Hadassah Treu
Prose and Poetry

Poetry by Hadassah Treu

Eternity

Do you want to see

A piece of eternity?


Take a closer look

Into this tiny place,

Eternity confined

In a single heart

In a breathing shape.


Nothing I can add,

Nothing I can take.


Eternity remains.

A pregnant promise,

A burning longing,

My greatest gain.




Hope for Redemption

We want (again)

All good that has been lost.

Past

Without sorrows,

Without pain.


But, is this redemption?

Even God’s mercies

arrive daily. New.


Something from the past

may come again.

But now replaced,

Morphing into different shapes.

Another person,

Other tender arms

that embrace you.

Another sweet voice

Will comfort.

Your life will birth

other living things.


We must tread on

Walk the way

To a new heaven

A new earth,

Former things

Forever gone.


Redemption

O, dear friend

Is not preservation.

Redemption is always clothed

In transformation.



Hadassah Treu is an award-winning international author, blogger at onthewaybg.com, poet, speaker, and motivator. She is a contributor to several faith-based platforms like COMPEL Proverbs 31 Blog, and Koinonia, and a dozen award-winning devotionals and poetry anthologies. Hadassah is passionate about encouraging people to draw near to God in the dark valleys of life. Her writing is featured on (In)Courage, The Upper Room, Proverbs 31 Ministries, Her View From Home, Living by Design Ministries, Thoughts About God, Today's Christian Living, and other popular sites. Hadassah is the author of Draw Near: How Painful Experiences Become the Birthplace of Blessings.

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