Poetry

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Not the tent.
the brick,
the stone, the wood,
a foundation, walls,
maybe even plumbing,
if we bring the story
to the present day

There was a deep message
of being anchored,
placed here for the long haul
a message of hope
even in the pruning time
the waiting, for the change
down the road

God told the less than faithful
to plant, to grow, to bear children
in a foreign land, to be one people
waiting patiently, for His promise
His promise of saving, once again
He would not forget them;
but they were going to wait
in Babylon, out in the world
away from the Temple,
the city of the King

They were in exile, and would be
not in the tents, but in their houses
We too, must remember
we are to flourish where we are
waiting for the coming
when it comes
A God who has been faithful
so must we be
faithful to the end
Whenever it comes

October 12, 2007 7:32pm
Jeremiah 29:1, 4-7

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