Saturday, December 9, 2017
storms and the manger
storms.
wind and drought
and a spark
and everything
is
changed.
nothing
is
the same.
a firestorm
raging.
chimneys stand bare,
surrounded by ruins.
the baby who was placed
in the manger long ago,
that baby
who was born to die,
is not helpless
in your ruins.
in my ruins.
storms.
a marriage
come undone.
a career gone.
an addiction
relentless.
a diagnosis
leaving one
gasping for air.
a freshly dug
grave-site.
and heaven seems
so quiet.
the type of storm
and duration and
intensity
are the
variables.
the constant is this:
the One who bridged
the gap
between
heaven
and
earth
still quiets
the fiercest storm.
that which looks
completely and
hopelessly undone
is exactly where He
shows Himself strong.
will the storm die down?
will the situation
change?
will shattered
dreams be
made whole?
some things we simply
can not know
or understand
in the now.
quietly He invites us
to spend time
in the still by
the manger and
experience peace
in His presence.
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