Isaiah 55:1
In this solitary place,
the shadow-self drops like a stone
toward the deep-
down of the quiet pond.
toward the deep-
down of the quiet pond.
The surface quivers a blue sky,
bone-pale birches,
our faint faces
like a molting moon mid-day.
Now, it becomes simple:
we are held in love
freely, lavishly
and always;
we pool love from His love,
for those who come
out of the thick
thirst of the world,
like a cupped-flux of reflecting water
offering a rich alteration
of what is given
to give.
we pool love from His love,
for those who come
out of the thick
thirst of the world,
like a cupped-flux of reflecting water
offering a rich alteration
of what is given
to give.
Cynthia, I love the focus on receiving the gift and giving what has been received. Every stanza holds a deep image: "the deep-down" "held in love...always" "we pool love...the thick thirst..." "cupped-flux". I am moved by the diminishing of self and the filling with living water. Thankful for your writing...
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