There are no shortcuts
in the refinery of the most
precious things
He asks us
will we lean
our ashen spirits
into Him
and offer
a sacrifice of patience
in a fast-pass world?
He knows how we crave
the
straight
line
and that when we
do not understand
we curse the road
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(Great pain
and great beauty
each take the breath away
Child -- look again!) ⠀
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Curses become cursive
when we pass the pen
to the One
who created us
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We may be on the downswing of the J
before dizzying on the
merry-go-round of an E
Perhaps we are suspended
on the upward thrust of S
awaiting help in the valley of the U
or seeking shelter in the cave
of the S behind us
It only feels as if
we might be have
stalled on a broken line
He takes us where we long to go
Our perspective is narrow
by design
so that we will lean
into trusting that his hand
has autographed
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“For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways,” declares the LORD. “As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts. Isaiah 55:8-9