After Hebrews 13:1-19
As the bodies of the animals
were bound outside the camp,
so, too, was his body sacrificed
outside the gate. So, we go
outside the gate, go to him,
and we bear the reproach
he bore, the reproach
he endured. We are with him,
outside the gate;
we are with him,
outside the city.
No city lasts except
the eternal city.
All will pass
into dust, except
the eternal city.
Photograph by Nikola Knezevic via Unsplash. Used with permission.
Some Sunday Readings
Thank God for ‘Doubting’ Thomas – poem by Malcolm Guite.
‘Discipleship’ is Life – T.M. Suffield at Nuakh.
Rest – poem by David Whyte.
Snow – poem by Louis MacNeice at Rabbit Room Poetry.
I'll meet you outside the gate.
ReplyDeleteBlessings, Glynn!