chiseled by a hard knife, like the one that split Job’s world
and cut ridges of holiness on a broken cistern,
where glory poured in.
I see you, alone in the crowd,
melting into the shadow
your mouth smiles: a fragile pencil line
but your eyes say
how long, o Lord?
as you melt into the shadows, retreating
from sideways looks and rote theology
into your shell, with a rabble of ghosts.
Joy wrung dry, like an ironed sponge,
loosens your grip on this earth, a dim orb,
slippery between your fingers
ready for release.
Suffering has burned the blinders,
the dross from your eyes, so you see
the jasper walls and golden city
the King in His unveiled glory.
You have a bittersweet blessing.
Your frail shoulders bruise beneath these burdens
and I oft lack words and wisdom and divine lovingkindess
but there is enough for you
in our God enfleshed,
who blistered His feet on the hot sand of Samaria
and made His dwelling with us,
a tabernacle inside our unholy ruins.
not one falls that He does not know,
He numbers the hairs of your head,
So take heart
He has overcome the world.
Photo by Somin Khanna on Unsplash
2 thoughts on “Lonely Sparrow”
Woah, so good
Thanks Laura 🙂 I hope you’re doing well!