Broken Angel?

We live in a world full of so much we cannot touch or measure.
Our culture demands both for truth. I don't believe that. Probably many of you don't either. To do so is limited at best and at worst, destructive. Angels are messengers. I am no angel, but I am paying attention.

Thursday, March 26, 2009

April 2009


I looked through one window to another
The sky shone clear there, deep blue graced
With clouds come down to float across the pane
All because of dark and light, within and beyond.

I am full of darkness, fear and prejudice shadow
Day's brightness, dim mornings and afternoons
Of life. We all are. Well defended, isolated, documented,
Over-extended. The day of life is lost in our shadows.

But now and then we gaze out and see. Now and then
Day's light touches us, reminds us, opens us to a world
Of light and life. Windows' gifts, these moments blessed
Show us brilliance, and possibility, and freedom wide.

And on this day the sky, high above brought down,
Reflected on the pane, showing me the source of
Light's wide grace. Perhaps our dimness can be more
Than curse and blight. Perhaps a blessing of the light.

The tomb is so, source of fear and darkness.
Brutal loss that dims the day and leaves us lost.
But look again. See there reflected by the light of love
God's brightness in the life of one. He is risen!

A blessed Easter. Hallelujah.

David

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