After Romans 8:18-25
I
listened to the prophets
before
they were killed,
their
words groaning,
plaintive
cries of what
I
knew was love, ultimately,
the
groaning at the coldness.
the
ignorance, the ignoring
of
the obvious and so
they
were called to speak,
to
cry out the words given,
knowing
they would be hated
but
they spoke the words,
the
groans, because they knew
no
other course except
to
obey.
Photograph by Lynn Greyling via Public
Domain Pictures. Used with permission.
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