Deep Down Good Things [New Poem]
There is a sorrow That seems endless Like a rope Pulled and pulled There is a darkness That stretches out and on Like a cave Deeper and deeper There are foes That hate and plot Like wolves Pursuing, pursuing There are gods That promise and shame Like a warden Beating on, beating down How long? Could sorrow End and resolve Like a melody Perfectly composed? Could darkness Sharpen and contrast Like a portrait Where light is spilled? Could foes Fall to knees Like one undone By mercy and grace? Could gods Be driven out Like exposed hucksters Husk traded for the real, free? Beloved The deep down good things Will never die You are loved, still
This poem was written after meditating on Isaiah 42, Psalm 13, Psalm 36, John 9:1-38, and 1 John 1. Again, much thanks to the folks at Every Moment Holy and the reading and reflection prompts in their 2023 Lenten Journal.
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