Wine of blessing, sacrificial supper's cup; poured out grace
Condemned clay- crimson, drinking in 'til overflowing
Cheeks flushed, burning hot for a season
Vessels catch and release spirit wine, impenetrable, secure source
Sowing grace
Time passes...
Clay of heat-source secure refuses new
Old hastens and beckons and bones-brittle crack clay with its vintage bags
Indian Summer gone to lukewarm autumn haze
Menacing winter lurks in the shadow, harsh cold waiting
Bleeding transgressions
A turning...
Vintage bags, heavy; lukewarm autumn, numbing
Broken bones crying for crimson flow to wash, scour
Set, heal, boil clay; kiln-bake new satchels for the journey
Mended brokenness, dancing summer, hot
Preparing harvest
Renewed rejoicing...
6 comments:
"Indian summer gone to lukewarm autumn haze"
Love that. Your words are chosen carefully, crafting a picture... beautiful. <><
broken bones crying for crimson wash...great line...love the structure of this as well.....great write...
So lovely. I wish I could hear you recite it out loud! I love the imagery of seasons, of change.
But can I ask, why Laodicea?
oh, this is perfect for imperfect prose. i love it, the mended brokenness, the dance of the sanctified... thank you so much for linking, friend. i hope to see you again. e.
Thanks, everyone, for your kind words. I always pray that they will point to the Father.
Kati, Laodicea is one of the 7 churches in Revelation. Laodicea was the church that suffered with being lukewarm. It just seemed to fit.
Emily, I have enjoyed your blog so much (I found it a bit ago through my sweet friend). I am honored to share.
Shalom.
Incredible imagery---such a mixture of words spilling over and into each other. Wow.
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