From the Land of the Near Aware To the Land of the Far Unseen

(A poem by Raymond Sutherland,
       Aberdeen, Scotland
From his book, "Life's Tapestry" 2008 -
Raymond is not a Christian Scientist)






In the land of the near aware
Where the present presses in
There is no feel for what's right or real
No consciousness of sin
A man is judged by his bankbook
A lady by looks or dress
Go with the flow
Keep in the know
Know which knuckle to press.
In the land of the near aware
We consider ourselves as sage
Cardboard men, cardboard lives
Dance on a cardboard stage.

In the land of the near aware
Heaven's voice is strangely stilled
Fighting the cause for he world's applause
Remaining unfulfilled
In this nether-land of self
It's said that there's no God
With lofty voice men make their choice
Careering down hell's road

Yet there is no need to stay
In the land of the near aware
For the land of the far unseen
Can be reached by just a prayer
Amazing though it seems

Yes, it's just a prayerful stroll
To pass from death to life
To the uplands of the soul
In the land of the near aware
It may seem but a distant dream
But Jesus has opened the door
To the land of the far unseen.