After Romans 8:26-28
A well of darkness,
cold, the only company
a shaking, shivering.
The voice rises through
the stones, winds echoing
off each other before
vanishing in the darkness
above.
The walls tremble, not
in anticipation but
in the sounds reverberating,
an intercession unexpected
and undeserved, a groaning
so deep that it pounds
the ears, the hearing
realizing the meaning,
realizing that the intercession
is a gift, a provision of grace,
a provision planned and saved.
Photograph by Maria Krasnova via Unsplash. Used with permission.
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