The drop in temperature
. preceded the mist’s silken stroll.
Words sprinkled down.
Like snow, their slow fall,
. caught on branch and leaf,
. and these melting words,
. filled the earth beneath.
The patient cascade of living water.
The colour of Christ’s red-royal-robe of white,
. spelling out, “behold, life from uncreated life!”
The shimmering emphasis of divine repetition.
Wrestled from the hands of broken human volition.
The consequences of hot headed men, and power hungry women.
Those who’d left God for dead in their decisions.
Instead of cleaving themselves to God
. cleaved God to their ideas
. and in vain submission,
. let ideas become the god of
. their own self-justification;
. the mirror image of self,
. the deep evil in the Garden’s violation.
All for approval and the prospect of substantial renumeration.
. Each quiet word, as if an earthen tremor.
. Each still small voice, as that of thunder
. Each cool puddle of water,
Filled with proclamation
Speaks only of emancipation:
. “Behold, the dark advanc
“Behold, the dark advance of lordless night,
will unexpectedly be countered,
. by the Lord of light from uncreated light!”
“The night is far gone; the day is at hand. So then let us cast off the works of darkness and put on the armor of light. Let us walk properly as in the daytime, not in orgies and drunkenness, not in sexual immorality and sensuality, not in quarreling and jealousy. But put on the Lord Jesus Christ, and make no provision for the flesh, to gratify its desires.”
. ‘The Church is therefore enlightened by
. the light of eternity, by light from light uncreated.
. The question is whether the Church is able to recognise this light’.
(Karl Barth,1922 The Epistle to the Romans, [1933, p.374]).