For a new year
O beauty unleashed;
Pursuing passion of Father love;
Crash your tsunamic affection
over these wreck-strewn shores.
Come rush over us,
Gush over us,
Churn over us
Until Triune grace lifts us once more.
-January 8, 2009
Dispatches from the Shadowlands
Notes on an emerging Kingdom
currently writing from the US
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I knew there was a poet in there somewhere!
Beautiful and timely, my friend…
Amen
I think beutiful is the only word I can choose to comment this.
I like it!