There was no halo -
Like they show
In the paintings
At least
Not revealed to human eyes, most of the time
Momentary mountaintop flashes of glory
But then it was fish and foot-washing and dinner with 'Les miserables'
And maybe it was all a dream?
Who saw past the sawdust and sun-weathered skin?
To mercy pumping deep and wide through your veins
Who heard heaven rumbling in your stories?
What did they see when they sat across the table from you
And you looked right at them?
Did truth pierce their soul
A sense of being known
That they'd never known
Stripped naked and wrapped up tight
In the best ways
All at once
A relief that someone knew their darkest secrets
And that someone is someone who is kind,
With broader shoulder than theirs
Were they drawn toward you
In that inexplicable way
Hoping the meal wouldn't end
Because that would mean leaving your company
Yet somehow when they left
It was as if you'd accompanied them home
And they slept easy for the first time
In a lifetime
And when they woke
The morning felt new
For the first time
Wrote this on Friday evening in a living room in Praa Sands in the company of some wonderful hospitable people who clearly demonstrate that church is not about the building or which congregation you belong to :)
Like they show
In the paintings
At least
Not revealed to human eyes, most of the time
Momentary mountaintop flashes of glory
But then it was fish and foot-washing and dinner with 'Les miserables'
And maybe it was all a dream?
Who saw past the sawdust and sun-weathered skin?
To mercy pumping deep and wide through your veins
Who heard heaven rumbling in your stories?
What did they see when they sat across the table from you
And you looked right at them?
Did truth pierce their soul
A sense of being known
That they'd never known
Stripped naked and wrapped up tight
In the best ways
All at once
A relief that someone knew their darkest secrets
And that someone is someone who is kind,
With broader shoulder than theirs
Were they drawn toward you
In that inexplicable way
Hoping the meal wouldn't end
Because that would mean leaving your company
Yet somehow when they left
It was as if you'd accompanied them home
And they slept easy for the first time
In a lifetime
And when they woke
The morning felt new
For the first time
Wrote this on Friday evening in a living room in Praa Sands in the company of some wonderful hospitable people who clearly demonstrate that church is not about the building or which congregation you belong to :)
3 comments:
Beautiful ..
very moving, Katrina. I could imagine being in His company and the wonder of it.
Lovely! I d like to read more ! Take me to that place To catch a glimps of his beauty from another veiw point .
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