A mystery, this convergence.

All our lives, storylines entwined

Strands waving in an unseen wind

Our hands, the visible marks

Of invisible God

Triplicate,

Singular

Author of this epic; bold, unfurling

True tale of complexity,

Fathomless as the dark

Your lines,

My lines

Words live and move

Become aligned

Giving voice to that ageless shout

From beyond sound itself,

Older than genesis itself.

 

 

 

Do you hear what I hear?

The echo from the other side;

Deep calling to deep

The force behind the yawn of waterfalls

The power that etches gullies and carves out caves

Unremitting

The soft,

Unhurried

Inexorable strength of water

The surge that catches us in the waves of His sea.

 

I am looking down into a valley

Of scattered sand and bleached bone

My arms have fallen, limp at my sides.

I see

We are all so sadly impotent.

Pained and pallid, in poor measure

Speechless before the joy of His pure, unclouded love

We ache before the starry brilliance of His skies,

Utterly empty while we are full of ourselves

Mouthing sounds without meaning,

Vague utterances to the deaf and the mute, unblinking stones

Yet somehow

Despite our loss,

Inescapable as the train of Himself

All that is sings with the light of the same explosive dawn:

Love.

 

 

The shadows are already fading

The world and all its cries becoming slowly breathless

Fixed in the eternal aurora of His flames

He will close down all meandering steps,

Igniting thorns and subduing fallen stars

And at the last, as always and in all things

TRIUMPHANT

He will sound a fulsome, mighty roar

A final call to quiet and to stir

To reawakening, all in accord now fused

Ringing in a sublime and ceaseless wash,

Circumspect with awe

Battleplots silenced

The inky seas tamed

And what we have begun to sketch here

In broken lead, with trite, unsteady hands

To be continued forever

Expanding into the completion of His grace.

Only He ever knows what will be next.

 

John 16:13