Showing posts with label Romans 8: 12-23. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Romans 8: 12-23. Show all posts

Friday, August 16, 2019

Embraced


After Romans 8:12-23

The child
in its suffering
is embraced
by the spirit,
becoming an heir,
full family rights,
joining in suffering
to reach the prize,
the glory promised,
the glory revealed
at the end.

Photograph by Daiga Ellaby via Unsplash. Used with permission.

Sunday, August 11, 2019

The sounds of chains


After Romans 8:12-23

The chains leave stains
of dirt and rust upon the wrists
and ankles, and a soreness
of the weight carried, a weight
so heavy that it seems to have been
always there, a physical defect,
with its pain, discomfort, a binding
that chafes, has chafed.

In the distance we hear
the sounds of chains breaking,
cracking, the metal fracturing
open, until it reaches these wrists,
these ankles, and splits, dropping
aside. The stains of rust and dirt
remain until washed by the rain,
cooled by the wind rustling the trees,
the groaning displaced by a song.

Photograph by Joshua Hoehne via Unsplash. Used with permission.

Friday, August 9, 2019

Adopted child


After Romans 8:12-23

Abandoned, and left
alone, the crowd moving
on, the child looks and
stares, concern mounting
to desperation, mounting
to fear, until a hand
reaches out, touches
the child’s forehead,
the touch imparting
a spirit of place, of time,
a spirit transferring
ownership of belonging.
The child reaches 
to the hand 
of its new father.

Photograph by Joel Overbeck via Unsplash. Used with permission.