how many times have I stood
on a shifting shoreline
and drawn a line in the sand
only to have walloping surf wash it away?
my linear
finite
empty demands
cannot withstand
Your undulating
i n f i n i t e
powerful waters
and the incomprehensible invitation
to walk out
and meet You
face to face
face to face
So powerful ...
ReplyDeleteI love the image of the line drawn in the sand. I used to do that as a kid and each and every time the wave would laugh at me in the voice of a gull as it erased it. But then the juxtaposition of the invitation to meet Him face to face... beautifully written my friend, beautiful. Thanks for drawing me (us) away in these thoughts and you've drawn me (us) from the madness that Christmas isn't about and pointed me (us) to the Love that Christmas is about! Merci. Merci.
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