cool wind like an old friend, new adventure, purls over me, sifts through my hair
stars spear light aeons old, falling like a kiss, newborn to me
leaves like paint chips dance downward to find a new belonging place
(because this is not the end)
trees, bereft, bare, but blooming with hidden life for yet another spring
(because there is always a new beginning)
my little corner of the universe illuminated with so much glory—
shoes off, knees down, bow in awe
(because this burning bush is blinding)
somewhere the sea roars its celestial praises, uncontainable joy in the fury
somewhere the mountains murmur in the twilight of a King far loftier
somewhere the desert stretches, speechless, smeared with glory
but here too—even here—the majesty makes mute
(because sometimes words are not enough)
glory like a shroud over all the land, woven into its very fabric, seething with lava at its core
(because Immanuel is God with us)
sparkling with every grain of dirt, singing with every cricket chirp
(with us)
and I am unmade, remade by this weight of glory
that was amazing– like a perfect combination of fall leading into advent.
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Thank you! I hadn’t thought of it that way before, but it’s a lovely way to look at it.
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well, if I had read it when you first posted it, I probably wouldn’t have thought it either…. x)
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This is amazing, Abby. The images are so vivid and gahhh. ❤
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I am speechless. ❤
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I don’t even know what to say. ❤
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This is one of your best. Breathtaking. ❤ ❤ ❤
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Dearest Abby,
This is beautiful. Thank you so much.
All my love,
Grammy
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