Following on from my last post, here’s one of my slightly edited, simple attempts, at fusing theological language with poetry, without fueling a natural theology. This is also, in part, a response to the photo my sons and I captured early one morning of the sun rising through mist, over our town’s one hundred year old train bridge.

The bridge yawns,

as each element warms to this season’s

dawning significance.

The mist is gently tapped.

Awakened,

slow movements bring it to its feet.

Blanket in tow,

this conduit of condensation rises,

drowsy from a nights good sleep.

Evaporating,

it’s words are heard as a whisper;

a proclamation.

Announcing the renewed presence

of something far greater.

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“I am the man who has seen affliction…but this I call to mind and therefore I have hope. The steadfast love of the LORD never ceases; his mercies never come to and end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness”

(Jeremiah, Lamentations 3:1 & 21-23, ESV)

(©RL2016)

‘We call upon God, because, and only because, He has answered before we call.’ 

(Karl Barth, Epistle to the Romans, 1922, p.383)