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Sunday, June 22, 2014

Glorious Fill

Shards from beauty torn
What can I bring?
Grieving daughter and scarred flesh
Locusts and lost time
Scorched seed worn down
Nearly buried

And yet—
my Hurt, His blessing
tumor and violence cooled the blood but NOTHING is refused!
Every thirst and every need
Brimming full
The giver reaps bounty from her want
O, Generous Grace



(Source: Brot-und-Fische-Mosaik by Grauesel via Wikimedia Commons
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  1. Adam LuebkeJune 23, 2014 at 5:57 PM

    I really like those little musical flourishes embedded in the language. Such as: "Locusts and lost time" -- that's a line that says a lot, and reminds me of the value of poetry, because such a line can be unpacked again and again and provide more clarity each time the poem is read or pondered. All that seems lost, ravished, feasted upon by uncontrollable outside forces.

    The reminder I get is that one can focus on either the first stanza or the second in life, as both are apparent to various degrees depending on the person and her troubles or challenges in the world. But to revert that thinking back to seeing, recognizing what is so gloriously full and blessed in life is to be thankful for much of what we take for granted.

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