After Ephesians 2:13-19
Lost, far off, you
were touched
by the drops
of blood, a baptism,
drops becoming
a trickle, a stream,
a river, a flood,
freeing you from
law, carrying you
to grace, recreating
you as new. He
preached peace
to you, peace
between you, and
peace in your heart.
Carried by the blood,
we were no longer
strangers, no longer
enemies, no longer
aliens, but fellow
citizens, kin
to the saints, children
of the household of God.
Photograph by Alexandre Boucey via Unsplash. Used with permission.
Some Friday Readings
The Cathedral of Church History – Ivan Budimlic at Iotas in Eternity.
“Dirge for the New Sunrise,” poem by Edith Sitwell – D.S. Martin at Kingdom Poets.
Fear Not Fatherhood: The Strength and Glory of Young Dads – Andrew Ballard at Desiring God.
God of Grace and God of Glory – Anthony Esolen at Word & Song.
Three Castle Head – Seth Lewis.
A Sonnet for Ascension Day – Malcolm Guite.
1 comment:
Another beautiful poem, Glynn. Thank you!
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