Wisps of evidence
that creatures of
the air
have graced us
with their presence;
gossamer-winged
beings
of rainbow beauty
leaving hints of joy
to call us toward
the rarefied air of
love;
Pentecost doves,
afire with hope,
but also so many
others
who lift us up with
their
extraordinary
ordinariness,
breathing life into
us
just by having flown
past
in our darkest
night,
floating grace to our feet.
© 2015 Todd Jenkins
This is amazing -- so close to my thoughts this week. I think this must nest in my sermon somewhere.
ReplyDeleteHa! I wrote it after I read your post yesterday.
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