He listened, the words first
washing upon his ears like
whispers upon the sand,
touching shore, retreating,
hitting shore, pounding
shore, retreating; returning
to obliterate the crumbling
sand castles of his mind.
His ears stopped hearing
the words, the words
diverted, touching his chest,
stronger like the loud bass
amplified at a rock concert,
pounding his ribs, slamming
through bones to tear
at his heart.
Images of brokenness
appeared, his heart cracking,
splitting, rupturing into
nakedness, destroyed. It
was all broken; everything
was failing, collapsing and
imploding upon the final
redoubt, smashed.
Silence. No bells. No
trumpets. No angels singing
hallelujah. No Hollywood
moment because he wasn’t
ready for his close-up,
Mr. DeMille. But it came
anyway and the voice said,
“Rise; come.”
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Photograph: Cross by Petr Kratochvil, via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.
10 comments:
I read this aloud and felt the impact of your words ...
i especially like the part about no hollywood moment.
This was lovely Glynn. What imagery! Felt the intensity of it all...
Rise, come. So much hope in those two words!
Beautiful. I love this, Glynn.
First, I had to go wiki Sunset Blvd for context of 'ready for a close up, Mr. DeMille'...... Shoot me-I've never seen it!
This is how your poem strikes me: we are accepted in the beloved, up close and personal, no photoshop or airbrushing. Just like I am. What a relief~
Full of impact, Glynn. Thanks!
Intense! The listening, hearing, hoping, fighting against our memories of defeat, and being saved by a still, small voice. What grace-- how God-words crumble the sand-castle walls we hide behind, reach in and save us. :) I enjoyed this poem!
No bells no trumpet, only the still small voice whispering come unto me and I will give you rest.
After I read what Susie said, I did the same... read it out loud. That just poured it forth. Amazing to see how the Lord's creative spirit implodes and impels.
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