Shall we not navigate, each one, upon the sea of justice
As the sea, and the ships who upon her ride,
So Wisdom, and her sister, Mercy
So Justice, she is at once a broad spanse
And a vessel
Surely we shall pursue goodness and mercy
Beyond this our pale
Being made into and unto it
In the vessel, our Ark
Who is Justice, Wisdom, Mercy
Who is Justice, Wisdom, Mercy
Is the calm of their greatest placidity
Of the ruling made once, for all
And we look for the glassy sea
And Christ our Living Water
With no help from God
We followed our hearts
and married the stones
Pride has lifted us up
as if to heavenly places
but our fall
We depend
shall see us knocked down
the angels
Horrified, watch
We plummeting shall see an end
The End
Lest we cry for help from God
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Nod to Ryan Bingham
A not-too-subtle twist
On his striking poetry
Strong nod to G. K. Beale
A less subtle summary
Of my takeaway from his
We Become What We Worship
"The prophecies of the land, these I can believe"
"We are looking for a heartbeat that matches our own"
and that is not found walking
or resting among us
or under or own hands
sighing sign
that a mother's heartbeat may be
the child seeks a greater breathtaking
is made in the image of the truly alive
is to be made truly alive
that is the prophecy for man, child
the breath-filled life that comes to us
that we do not find in our searching
that is strange
but so very familiar
