You might think it’s a slow news week to cover the front page with this – but sometimes a bit of poetry is simply good for the soul. Enjoy.
The place He gives us to inhabit. carrying on with
The few things what they were made for,
He gives us to do in that place. the night craft of
The persons He invites us to know there. unnoticed faces,
These our days, with our wings unobserved,
Our lingering.
until He walks again
It is enough then, in the cool of the day,
this old work of hands to call our names once more.
His and ours
to love here, And we then,
to learn His song here, with our stitched white flags,
will from behind his evergreens
like crickets that scratch finally unhide ourselves,
and croon, unblushed with Him to stroll
from nooks unseen, once more.
From ‘Sensing God’, Zach Eswine