For we are fallen like the trees, our peace
Broken, and so we must
Love where we cannot trust,
Trust where we cannot know,
And must await the wayward-coming grace
That joins living and dead,
Taking us where we would not go--
Into the boundless dark.
When what was made has been unmade
The Maker comes to His work.
Sunday, April 03, 2011
Sabbath poetry
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2 comments:
have come back to this many, many times today. it's so, so good.
Thank you for a Berry poem!
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