(For Sarah’s 53rd birthday)
Deaths of loved ones, all the bones
rattle and the hum of hope,
bones in layers, buds open.
Heaven’s eye opens, He makes
breath enter bones, they come
to life, veins of advancement.
Where grass withers there is growth,
Sadness is wiped away, each
crisis chrysalis unfolds.
Our inheritance is Him.
Expulsion of death’s sting, the
counsels of the world’s Goodness.
If geological strata exist in shelves of rock then Heaven might also be a shelf. A stretch of paradise beach surrounding us. Invisible to our naked eyes. Visible only to the inhabitants of Heaven. Per
At Easter. tender tinder, thanks gentle one. tender tinder, you rescued us. tender tinder, keep helping us. tender tinder, thanks lamb of God tender tinder, your kingdom’s here. tender tinder, your fi