“……you mean we get to REST?”


 

“……you mean we get to REST?”

There on the journey, on the trail came darker shades of dark,

Evening clouds piling up to peaks of the forgotten

Two shaking bodies of light up high reflecting star of  center mark

Marking friends to renew a dance darkly from time begotten.

 

 

“Now we’es carries smilin’ lil ‘ol hurt girl into dark!

“How we’es seez for stepping roun’ all hurts an’ brushkies?

“Now we’es bumpin’ an’ stumpin’ all jostlin’ so stark!

“How we’es find some trail to light where sings the lark?”

 

 

“Settle ye, peddle ye slow and more slow and seek ye rest,”

Called down Old Crow and whistled Old Ugly and Young Bluesey.

“Know ye not, The One made night for rest, for sighing so blessed?

“Know ye not, ye must be still, be very still for folding within arms so truesey!”

 

 

“…and you say folks long ago saw this much light?”


 

 

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Lenten Journey – Day 12
Biblical Scripture: Romans 4:13-25
Open Invitation to Join Terri from
Cloaked Monk

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4-Mar-12: Romans 4:13-25

13 For the promise that he would inherit the world did not come to Abraham or to his descendants through the law but through the righteousness of faith.

14 If it is the adherents of the law who are to be the heirs, faith is null and the promise is void.

15 For the law brings wrath; but where there is no law, neither is there violation.

23 Now the words, “it was reckoned to him,” were written not for his sake alone,

24 but for ours also. It will be reckoned to us who believe in him who raised Jesus our Lord from the dead,

25 who was handed over to death for our trespasses and was raised for our justification.

 

 

 

 

“…and now you say folks long ago saw this much light and were this much blessed?”

 

 

 

All lying so very stilly, so very thrilly, so very filled with ease and grace,

All hearing and smelling and seeing and feeling and tasting the wonder of peace,

‘Til just hush and rush and push of tiny airs from wings in place,

‘Til just wonder and awe and mystery and joy and love filled every mindful crease.

 

 

“Hark ye, hark now, hark thou, oh blessed critters and folks in glow;

“Hark well, mark well, remember all from days long ago,

“Hold close, hold most, hold all these things in hearts to stow.”

Did tiny whispering airs swirl round in tell of inheriting when high and when low.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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