After Colossians 1:15-20
What does this look like,
this image of the invisible,
how can this be,
this contradiction of terms?
How does the invisible even
cast a shadow, or possess
a shape, a presence? Yet
the invisible implies
existence, implies
a presence not seen
or touched. Our fingers
trace the contours
of the invisible’s face,
our hands touch
the invisible’s skin,
our senses taste, smell,
hear the invisible. And
we know it’s there,
always there.
Photograph by Ruben Marques via Unsplash. Used with permission.
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