“…….and you say there is lots more gold in that city we cannot see just yet?”

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Lenten Journey – Day 14
Biblical Scripture: Hebrews 11:1-3, 13-19
Open Invitation to Join Terri from

Cloaked Monk

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6-Mar-12: Hebrews 11:1-3, 13-19

Now faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen.

2 Indeed, by faith our ancestors received approval.

3 By faith we understand that the worlds were prepared by the word of God, so that what is seen was made from things that are not visible.

13 All of these died in faith without having received the promises, but from a distance they saw and greeted them. They confessed that they were strangers and foreigners on the earth,

14 for people who speak in this way make it clear that they are seeking a homeland.

15 If they had been thinking of the land that they had left behind, they would have had opportunity to return.

16 But as it is, they desire a better country, that is, a heavenly one. Therefore God is not ashamed to be called their God; indeed, he has prepared a city for them.

 

 

 

“…….and you say there is lots more gold in that city we cannot see just yet?”

 

 

 

“Where did that glint go?  Why didn’t you grab up that crown?

Old Spottedy Goat mumbled at Cross-Eyed Sheepdog.

“Why, don’t you keen a singley thing, you mottled fallen down?

“Did not you see Old Crow wave that glint away in fog?”

 

 

“Yes, dear goatly friend, dear crossly dog, ye not to see now,

Ye not to live now with gold, oh no, ’tis not the time in these rocks.”

Did Old Crow, with Ugly Bird and Bluesy Fly, just behind in tow,

Croak out the promise of cities golden so high, in yet-to-be docks.
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LISTENING FOR FOOTSTEPS LEAVING NO PRINTS

 

FOOTSTEPS OF LIGHT

 

 

Now let us really be still

 

Now let us not so much breathe

 

As to mist the air down in trill

 

As to dream the waft in each heave.

 

 

Now we face the east we once did fear

 

Now we look and smell and unstamp and unsee

 

For we must go as one into rock and sand unclear

 

For we must go as one in foresight of a tree.

 

 

Now we move as one into further craggy slopes

 

Now we creep, then stop, then creep, then hush

 

As we stop, we shrink, we unbar storied popes

 

As we yet unlearned of what may fall, what may crush.

 

 

Now we as one turn into ourselves, look into ourselves

 

Seeking to find a pattern of steps without any prints

 

Now we dream foretold from scrolls on shelves

 

Seeking the Way with no prints but angel glints

 

 

POSTSCRIPT:

 

Now we look, we listen, we small, we hush:  we seekers all from west to east we are pushed by Baby eyes and kingly dreams to go out by another way not marked by any prints except star gleams and angle breaths.