Sunday, August 16, 2015

It takes a death

It takes a death

It takes a death, often
to bring us down to earth,

to the dove's heart a blow,
an arrow bestirring the dust,

a crucifixion of some sort,
whether on rough timbers

or the rotting beams of old bones,
grave dust silhouetting

our common little crucifixes
built humbly upon the rickety bridges

of nothingness but also revealing
the genuinely endearing

human qualities of valor and gallantry -
for how else may God be brave

but through us?  Clearing the air
long enough to glimpse:  Everyone

continuously reaching for God, for love,
for the above ground truth of who we are.

O child of God, there's nothing to seek;
nothing to find but the hidden One.


No comments:

Post a Comment