Christian Living

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Though the window blinds resemble iron bars,
though the walls seem hard and high as stone--
I know I'm not alone, in this place
where each aged face vacantly resembles
a door that only opens inwardly,
admitting guilt ridden visitors
biding time, sitting with
the lucid ones,
waiting there
to die.
But I
know that given grace,
the freedom that I seek
will find me once again
and move me.
I will be
a person with a face,
a name, and hope.

Just now though, I
am locked tight into this crypt alone,
my gaze fixed out the window on the sky
high above the garden,
seldom falling,
calling out a screaming, silent plea.
"Hide the fading colors,
reminders of life past
from me."

I saw a hummingbird there yesterday,
dashing from one dry flower to another,
testing the same empty feeder
time and time
again.
Some cruel gardener hung it there
abandoned to the humid summer air.
Poor bird, I feel
his anticipation
and his pain.

I am that hummingbird.
Flitting hopefully
from one thing to another,
seeking solace in colorful distraction,
returning to the Word, hungering for
food to feed my soul.

I know it's not my Father who is absent.
It's me whose focus drifts from here to there,
the emptiness of self pity clinging
as a noxious fume to stagnant air.
Oh, but He is so gracious to the heart of me.
Above, beyond and all around
His presence bids the darkness flee...
I cannot hide from Him. And He,
this awesome God, will not let me go.

Oh yes, I know His face
I see Him in the sky
above the treetops
just outside.
And now I see Him
in the fading flowers below

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