Old Glory froze last night
In a crumpled swath, and now
Lumbers solid, like a beast of burden,
Against the smilaxed porch roof
In Alabama’s (sort of) icy, windy, freezy,
And, oh, therein, is that heavenly lull,
That sweet second breakfast of
The bread of the Word.
The Word, unleashed from imperatives and carlines,
Says – and do I hear this? –
“For God so loved,
For God so loved,
For God so loved!”
God bless the ice that stilled the world,
So I can hear that God so loved!
Meditation on John 3:16
Like an earthquake it was spoken that
‘The life was light of men.’
As He moves and as He breathes,
Light cracks open darkness’ den.
Implacable, strong-fingered are
The rays that scoffing spread.
Only darkness thrives in darkness,
And even that’s mere moving death.
Even that’s brief-tenured death.
When my child-heart was a cave
Wracked with fears and bears and pangs.
Light and life came like a dream,
And swaddled me in heaven’s health.
A chemical event in first and second waves,
First alight and then alighting,
To salvation’s perimeter land,
The border of Darkness Banned.
When rays, unbound, escape,
Fall into foolish shade,
Darkened souls see me, see You,
And drink the taste of day.
They see and know and praise!
Your call leads on to death’s dark door.
We stand and lantern wide
The way for friends to cross the sill,
To Dayspring’s ravishing side where
Our Groom sings for His bride.
Meditation on Matthew 5: 14 – 16; John 1: 1 – 14