Sunday, November 19, 2017

A divine opportunity

A divine opportunity           

When the razing began, I thought
the garden walls would go first,

(romantic that I am) - a flood of love
upending my unkempt grounds,

exposing a long-hoped-for, hidden eden   
but You began with the house,

my shelter, dismantling it down to the bare slab,
leaving intact my walled-in seclusion

and me too numb to foresee or care anymore
what subsequent half-structure

I’ll take to my grave, simply trusting it will be apt.
This ruination holds neither hope nor shame.

Like any other death, of spirit or flesh,
it’s merely a naked possibility, a divine

opportunity for something to be built beyond
the outmoded purpose of the original structure.

O child of God, approach your undoing
with the God-given composure of faith.

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