I carry pieces of other people around. I have treasured you in my heart, or saved a note or card or trinket or I have written words from your mouth on scraps of paper-receipts, church programs, business cards. These might be some of those words:
Warriors Know
What is Peace between God and Man?
The time is at hand--
through the blizzard of troubles
we wrap our injured flesh around You.
Warriors know zeal is not circumstantial.
What keeps you captive?
A multitude of unknowns?
The answer lies in what you are wanting. In the starving.
Provide the sacrifice-whole. Shalom.
Overwhelm the temple of today.
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Amen, SIster! I believe much of eternity will be spent in entering and embracing the whole (the light, the salt, the flavor, the color, the shape, the poetry) of another as a glorious fulfillment of Christ's prayer in the 17th chapter of the Third Gospel regarding the Oneness of His children.
ReplyDeleteI miss writing with you. So many photographs flash through my mind as I read your words.
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