Song of the South: (respost) River Song

This summer I wrote a poem reflecting the embracing life again from the brink I shared about in my devotional yesterday.  I hope it helps you reflect on the ways you and others have experienced this move from the brink of loss, death, and despair into a new love for life.  I would love to hear about your experiences.

Your progressive redneck preacher,

Micah

River-song
The stillness speaks

in crevices of rocks,

in whispered voices of rustling leaves,

in flowing streams that call out in wordless rhymes

our hearts hear, as they interpret for us

thoughts too deep

for our conscious minds to know

in cicada cries that set my spirit dancing

in step with echoes of a knowing deep and true,

beyond all images, even language itself.

These thin places, o Cosmic Christ,

are where I feel

your hand taking mine

like my own brother

leading me up craggy cliffs

as we climb beyond mist-filled valleys

dim with shadow

embraced by that Spirit

whose song surrounds us

in every greening leaf

scurrying squirrel

and heartbroken face

now cracking with the dawning

of laughter, song, and story

where the full-throated wail

of sorrow, trauma, loss once reigned.

 

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