Your Sculptor has spoken
Beauty lies within the broken
Like icy hearts
A morning song they still sing
Rocks layered with ice wait with hope, listening
Not weather or nature
Nor demons who prey like vultures
Not fallen angels or his minions
Not death itself because in Him death is a beginning
God’s creation, you and me,
Cannot be kept from His love ushering us into eternity
There is no space
Where He cannot see our face
There is no depth
Where we cry to deaf
His frozen handiwork
Tells a story of amazing rebirth
A life-changing breakthrough
By the One who carries you
God’s promise of deliverance:
I will surely gather all of you, Jacob.
I will surely bring together the remnant of Israel.
I will bring them together like sheep in a pen, like a flock in its pasture, the place will throng with people.
The One who breaks open the way will go up before them; they will break through the gate and go out.
Their King will pass through before them, the Lord at their head (Micah 2:12-13).
Good morning, Dear Readers,
This poem was inspired by Jesus and His nature. The photos are from my walk with Jason the other day at a park iced over.
When we place our hope in the Lord, we trust nothing can stop His will on this earth. No ice or storm or mountain or weight has the last word on our lives, only He does.
Feel free to begin a conversation here in the comments. If you need prayer, email me at firstname.lastname@example.org.
Have a beauty-full day, no matter the weather.