How the story goes
I just came across this today- something I scribbled down one afternoon in February while I was in the First Baptist sanctuary resting on the front steps and enjoying the light pouring through the westward stained glass windows. It was my first attempt at poetry(?) in a long time.
This beauty is no accident
This beauty is no accident
The light is not an accident
Then Trinity,
Then God and Spirit,
Come now, show your face!
The heavenlies surround me,
Come and show your face!
But I can almost hear you say,
“That’s not My Story—
that’s not how it goes…”
“But what about Elisha
and his chariots of fire?”
“That’s not your story—
that’s not how it goes…”
“Alright then,” I say,”I must admit,
the stories You’ve written are much nicer
than my own…but I don’t like it, all the same-
sensing Your glory just beyond,
yet having You feel so far away.”
“I know— that’s one of the more
beautiful touches to the story.”
—ADM (Hebrew for ‘made form muck’)
June 22nd, 2005 at 1:21 pm
that is an awesome picture! you have to let me in next time you sit around and watch the windows glow. shalom-