Imagines Dei

Lilting, rumbling, clattering, murmuring.
We are alive here,
little vessels of glory,
moving past and around and through
each other.
Windows into Your majesty,
even in our fumbling,
our falling,
our bandaged oozing,
our lies.
Make us new.
Make us alive.
You alone bear life in Your veins,
and You pour it forth.
It flows over, and fills in
our emptiness, covers over
our wicked places,
our horrors.
And You sing.
The lilting is Your voice,
weaving grace.


Written while studying in my “office” cafe, music in the background, surrounded by little, broken, beautiful images of G-d. Strangers to me. People He loves.

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2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Tokoni O. Uti
    Apr 01, 2015 @ 09:57:00

    Lovely 🙂

    Reply

  2. Lynn Barbee
    Apr 01, 2015 @ 12:59:56

    Everyone comes with a story.

    Reply

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