Friday, May 4, 2018

Without confession

After I John 2:18-27

The shadow rose from the spaces
between us, and left, its leaving
becoming a vacuum of light, allowing
us to see each other clearly,
leaving us with truth to understand
the gift. Denial and its murmur
have departed, an unexpected
unanticipated gift, a gift
that remains. It is food, this gift,
to sustain. It is drink, this gift,
to quench our thirst. It is fire, this gift,
to purify hearts,
sere souls,
heal minds.

Photograph by Pacific Austin via Unsplash. Used with permission.

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