this is love

that you came to us,
ray of light rising
making dawn to break for the first time,
shining into thick blackness
to shatter darkness of grim folly,
thawing numbness of mirky heart.

quietly growing, patiently waiting,
then beauty blossoms from bud of
seflessness - the crowning, petals of
meekness freedom healing restoration,
majesty's song becomes strewn over our
aching heart, broken bones, as you walk among us.

beaten and broken with scarlet brow,
hung up for your enemies,
bearing fire of just wrath
quenching the insatiable - torment unknowable -
yet mountains tremble and earth shakes -
heralds glorious splendour of true beauty!

ascent to history's pinnacle completed
as you rise victorious in brilliant light,
life reigns and death is put to flight.
grace springs abundant from mercy's seat,
your death on the tree of life,
bringing justice as mystery's unveiling.

still we mock you with pride's spittle,
scorning royal garment to prefer rags of self-righteousness,
yet you bid us come to your arms wide-open,
faithful, you walk among us to restore and make new,
lighting our darkness, pleading to win us,
washing our feet with your tears of grace.

this is love.

figments from mind's eye

Hilltop.			Open range.
	Field in view.			Waves of wind
roll in over barley.
Sun beats.
	Sky blue.
			Clouds faint.
[AWAY]

Friends 2

Coming out of some sub-strands of thought from one strand of many on friendship and community. Again, to friends for friends.


I wish
I could spend the day with you,
walking 'neath open blue sky
bathing in splashes of sunshine.
Warmth on our backs, to fill us with presence;
wind at out side, carrying us forward.
All, it feels, at our beck and call.


Care, though not extinct, remains dormant
even just for moment's glance, being
covered with the canopy of connection and
in-common.
Koinonia's fresh perspectives blow away
Absence's cobwebs: Too-Busy-Meet's stagnant air -
intangible renewal of spirit, of vision.


[...the case for handiwork...]

Made to relate: created for community,
not in reasonable doubt, given Friendship, our
compelling empirical Adjudicator,
that phenomenology of human connection beyond
our explanation, yet we grasp it,
and live it never the less.