We lived without care—
Our lives fast, our fun full.
Even when heat scorched
Though drought consumed life
We thought it should always be so
In that summer of our lives.
We knew not the nature of seeds sown
Nor saw the fruit bending boughs low.
Sin grew ripe and dropped heavily
Bedding down in children of dust.
Its abundance fermented and grew putrid
We staggered and fell in drunken stupor.
Laid low and lying in filth
Your Spirit blew upon us.
You covered us in crimson
And invited us to taste Your death.
Our sins blanketed and made white
We now dwell in eternity's winter.
Howling winds of barren world
Batter and bend, sculpt and suppress.
In our cove of quiet shelter
We hear Your voice whisper.
Seed buried and secure
Waits for touch of Son.
Herald's call shall sound forth
Dry bones shall awaken
Body of splendor shall rise
Touch shall stretch to embrace
Seed and soil become one
Birthing perfection of life
Sowing and harvest shall cease
In season of endless Paradise.
Foolish one, what you sow is not made alive unless it dies.
And what you sow, you do not sow that body that shall be ...
So also is the resurrection of the dead.
The body is sown in corruption, it is raised in incorruption.
It is sown in dishonor, it is raised in glory.
~ 1 Corinthians 15:36-37,42-43 (NKJV)
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The ripeness of sin, the fermenting, and the stupor are powerful word images
ReplyDeleteBeautifully said.
ReplyDeleteVery powerfully spoken, Anne. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteHow very stunning in its imagery ....
ReplyDeleteBreathtaking truth. Shivering here not from the cold now, but His touch.
ReplyDeleteHe calls us from the winter coldness of our sin -- he calls us to life. Good poem, Anne.
ReplyDeleteYou have given a beautiful portrayal of life; from the innocence of spring and summer, through the ravages of winter, and a troubled soul seeking refuge and discovering that place of safety.
ReplyDeleteCaptivating. Thank you very much!
ReplyDeleteDavid ~
ReplyDeleteHowever powerful the word pictures, I praise God for His mercy, that we shall never know the full measure of how horrible our condition in sin was.
Helen ~
ReplyDeleteThank you. I was deeply touched by your words of winter concerning your mother.
Jason ~
ReplyDeleteThere is always power when one speaks of the cross.
Karin ~
ReplyDelete"Shivering from His touch." The right kind of shivers, those are ...
Glynn ~
ReplyDeleteThank you. I know I don't often try poetry, but sometimes it's simply the language my soul is speaking.
Hazel Moon ~
ReplyDeleteThere is always hope when one remembers that to everything there is a season.
Mari-Anna ~
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely word "captivating" is! Thank you for taking time to share it. : )
I'm amazed at your talent! Really I shouldn't be, because I already knew you were more than special. I'm blessed just to know you. ~T.
ReplyDeleteT ~
ReplyDeleteThank you kindly, my friend. You bless me too. Truly. More than you know. ♥ To God be the glory! I thank Him for the way He makes each one of us feel "more than special."
Susan! I missed replying to you. To a master of stunning imagery, I thank you for that compliment.
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