Dew pearls on the screen,
Heaven’s tears, call me to
Repent, not to love
Misery and verdict deserved,
But because
After tears,
Through tears,
Are the Arms!
Our flesh is cherished,
Caressed, by
The Hands that scooped up
Earth and impregnated it
With Himself.
Creation and incarnation
Are our sweet flesh, ripe peaches,
Redeemed.
August-morning sun burns dawn mist
Away, and dew on the screen
Parches within,
Silently, invisibly,
Lost in His hug.
~
Matthew 5: 4