Grace said, "I've always wanted to do this!"
Grace and Joel
Sure looks like they're having fun!
On moonlit nights the warm spring breeze wafts exotic fragrances about that summon me outdoors to witness thousands of tiny white star-like blossoms glowing in the full moonlight.
by Luci Shaw
At light speed, God speed,
time collapses into now, so that
we may see Christ's wounds as
still bleeding, his torso,
that ready sponge, still
absorbing our vice, our toxic shame.
He is still being pierced
by every hateful nail
we hammer home. In this
Golgotha moment his body--
chalice for the dark weeping
of the whole world -- brims,
spilling over as his lifeblood
drains. His dying into the earth
begins the great reversal --
as blood from a vein leaps
into the needle, so with his rising,
we surge into light.
Originally published in "http://www.radixmagazine.com/">Radix</a>, "Present" was subsequently collected in What the Light Was Like</a> (WordFarm). Copyright © 2006 by /">Luci Shaw. Used with permission from /">WordFarm.
early morning sun through the family room window reflecting on the hutch