Eternity stares down my borders.
Why hide my face
From such loving scrutiny?
All these dehydrated papery wrinkles
Need withering’s reversal.
Need filling with warmth and light and living water
Away from all this self-induced winter.
(Not the crisp, clean, bright, light, renewing sort of winter,
But the gray, damp, bleak, worse kind of winter void of snowy open spaces and full of miry pits, thorns, and sloughs.)
The strongman needs bound again:
And we both need reminded of
Who’s power reigns supreme.
Instead of diminishing,
My inheritance (wonder of wonders, gracious God) is an enlarging.
Though I’ve been showcasing my smallness by
Giving free reign to my less-than-bests, it’s time to look
Upward and outward,
Extend and unfurl in all this spring.
Though surrounded by yesterday’s life-made-today’s-dead-patches,
Life courses through:
Ready for the realizing,
Suspended in anticipation,
Poised and ready for animation,
Radiating in slow simmer,
Spurred and graced with remembrance and thankfulness,
Restored to mirror, channel, vessel, servant, and
Resurrected in the power of
Praise and thanks, great and gracious God.