Hearts (A Poem)
Completely knowing is a string
Of gold running
From head to chest, tying
Intellect to soul, bringing
A heart to its knees.
In the bursting of the
Strongest heart,
We know, undoubtedly, God is
Good.
In the resuscitation of the
Purest heart,
We know, wondrously, God is
Great.
Let us thank Him
For that Heart
That died and lives again,
That we may also.
Talk about real and serious love. Unconditional, yes. But also undefeatable.
This sounds like the stuff of fairy tales. But it is the original true story upon which every other delightful tale has ever been based.
Yet, it is easy to doubt or forget the victory His delight has already secured in moments — and days — of silence and waiting.
Still, it it the waiting that makes the joyful surprise of the revealed victory complete in our hearts.
So let your heart mourn what had to be. And then anticipate the good that will come tomorrow.
I wonder what it was like from the angels’ point of view that Maundy Thursday night?
First, to see the final necessary Passover feast eaten by the Lamb who would redefine the whole tradition. Then, to see the Man with divine DNA wrestle with His destiny to the point of truest agony. And then, to witness the chaos of a sword-wielding defense and guards trying in vain to capture more than One prisoner.
I wonder, if angels have feelings, how they felt when the garden was once again silent and empty, and the moonlight shone upon the spot where they had strengthened Him.
And did they, to any greater degree than the scattered, bewildered disciples, know what was coming next?
“In that day, you will say, ‘I will praise you O Lord. Although you were angry with me, your anger has turned away and you have comforted me. Surely God is my salvation; I will trust and not be afraid. The Lord, the Lord, is my strength and my song; he has become my salvation.’ With joy you will draw water from the wells of salvation. In that day, you will say, ‘Give thanks to the Lord. Call on his name; make known among the nations what he has done, and proclaim that his name is exalted. Sing to the Lord, for he has done glorious things; let this be known to all the world. Shout aloud and sing for joy, people of Zion, for great is the Holy One of Israel among you.'” (Isaiah 12, NIV)
The final week of the series and these days leading to the Passion will focus specifically on Christ the Messiah and delighting in the truth, magnificence, and beauty of what he did for us all.
Listen (An Acrostic)
Little stars stand out
In tangable-boundless inky
Skies. Is this
To remind us no whisper is too small to
Escape His notice? Or to show how others
Notice when we choose the supernatural?
****NOTE: Lenten days are traditionally not counted on Sundays during the season. But I have chosen to include a piece of word art every day. Therefore, my series will continue through Easter Sunday and include more than 40 days. Stay tuned.
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Is this God’s tear or ours?
Is this a tear of sorrow with a pleading prayer for what can be?
Or is it a tear of joy for small yet important steps that ARE being taken in a better direction?
Isn’t this a simple picture of what delights the heart of the Father when the children let go of their predispositions and take hold of the two most fundamental commandments?
Today, may I choose to love my neighbor and strive for peace with my neighbor — no matter what my neighbor may look like.