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.