I am a wanderer. I would say that I am a seeker, but sometimes I have no idea what I might be seeking, so I will stick with wanderer. This blog is more a public journal than anything. I don't claim to have life figured out. I simply stumble from mystery to mystery, and share my reflections along the way. Sometimes I feel burdened, and trudge. Sometimes? Well sometimes grace breaks through, and its time to dance.
Wednesday, December 6, 2017
Lifting us up
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.”
Gerard
Manley Hopkins, God's Grandeur and Other Poems
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The world bent
by forces emerging from the dark place
is bent
and we
in the twisted wreckage struggle
wondering if the promise is true
of a new world coming
do we believe?
dare we believe?
Ah
for sunrise sunset
warm wind cold wind
come
and we remember
the sacred broods over all creation
unbending the bent
transforming
reconciling
lifting us up
with bright wings
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