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 laden and 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 is 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.

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