Each weekend I try to write a new poem. This one was about restoration, justice in its ultimate form of shalom, and the multiplication of it.
Soli deo gloria.
When sunrise
Winds
Breathed
Me to life
Awakening the
Desert drought,
My cracked
Heart’s
Cry.
I rose and
Wandered forth,
Winds at my back,
Until appointed
At the waiting
Pool.
Lifting
Your chin,
I spoke clearly
The only words
We need to
Hear.
The ones
That deluged
Moisture,
Releasing
My clay heart
Now drumming
Forth:
You.
Have.
Worth.
Rise with me,
I share my walking legs
Here’s
Breath
That once
Resuscitated me.
You have dignity,
You’re no
different
Than I.
Hold tight, now,
To my
Arm,
Friend;
You’re not
Alone.
See these limbs?
They hold healing power.
We walk on
Water,
That was once
The wilderness rock
Gushing forth,
Cleansing the dust
Off shriveled organs.
Reconstituted, thrilling,
Now thriving.
Do you feel that gust that breathes?
Let’s move where it moves!
We have an appointment
To lift more,
Calling all forth,
To rise,
Restored.
Soli deo gloria.
