We stand outside the world.
We dance and dream and die, and through it all we long.
We long for something else, for something more. We long for something bigger, for something more real.
Some understand what they long for and others do not. We long for what is true. We long for a world that is fully real.
We catch breaths of the morning air, fresh and clean and pure. We catch glimpses of the morning light, startling and bright and glorious.
Yet we stand outside the world and these hints of morning air do not change us. We do not become pure or glorious.
We stand outside the world and we hear a Word. We hear a Word that spreads a rumor.
It is a rumor that this shall not always be so. It is a rumor that one day we will be allowed to walk through the door and stand on the right side. On the inside.
It is a rumor that one day we will finally be changed by the Morning. Through the Morning Star we will become pure and clean, bright and glorious.
We will be as we were made. We will become as we are remade. Remade into the very image of the Word.
And by moving through the Word we will be allowed to stand. To stand in desperate gratitude. To stand covered in another’s glory.
We will dance and we will dream, but we will not die.
We will stand inside the world.
He knelt down, leaned in close, and
breathed into the dust.
Dust became man and man
breathed in His image and life.
He breathed His Word and
Word gained skin and
breathed life into twelve who then
breathed that life into more.
Spirit became fire and
breathed mighty wind into
hearts and minds which then
breathed change into the world.
We breathe a human breath then
slip under the waters where
all breath stops and when
we come up we now have His
breath in our souls.
One day our lungs will
breathe last breath and we fall
asleep but when we wake we
find Him leaning close and He
breathes into us perfect life.
Can you feel it?
It is the satin of an apple blossom on your cheek.
Can you smell it?
It is damp earth and greening trees.
Can you hear it?
It is hints on the breeze of a song of new life.
Close your eyes
It is real
and is waiting beneath what you can see.
We are meant
to be real.
We are meant
to recognize the real.
Close your eyes to what you can see
and breathe in
Fill yourself up with what
is given at all times
and is surrounding what you may see.
Can you sense it?
Satisfy yourself with what is deeper for it
…we who have fled for refuge might have strong encouragement to hold fast to the hope set before us. We have this as a sure and steadfast anchor of the soul, a hope that enters into the inner place behind the curtain, where Jesus has gone as a forerunner on our behalf, having become a high priest forever after the order of Melchizedek. (Heb. 6.18-20)
For in this hope we were saved. Now hope that is seen is not hope. For who hopes for what he sees? But if we hope for what we do not see, we wait for it with patience. (Rom. 8.24-25)
(poem and photos copyright by Made Sacred 2013)
Fairly regularly, my eldest will call to me after I have put her to bed for the night.
Every mother knows this instinctively, that their babies need their touch, but it is also a documented subject of research studies. A 2009 Cochrane Reviewof studies found that infants who have their skin stroked regularly cry and fuss less than those who don’t. Science also has shown that skin-to-skin contact lowers levels of the stress hormone cortisol.
So He once again gently leaned in close to us and became a soft, touchable baby. A baby that we could touch and hold and kiss.
A baby that would once again breathe on us and in that final breath on the cross, reconnect us to our Abba.