Here is a quick, rather quiet, but awfully beautiful guest post for today. I grew up going to church with Terry McAnnany, and she wrote the following poem as a reflection on my own poem, keep walking. She sent it to me through a private message, but the imagery and lyricism was so striking to me, that I asked her if I could share it. Take fifteen seconds and give it a read - let her words of peace soak in and linger.
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reflection
now, through a glass, darkly
and then, face to face
your own heart still beating revealing
the s p a c e wherein lies the hope
so perfectly placed in the seed broken open
to breakthrough to Grace.
the walking, not done
- yet always complete;
His rest, His plan, His love
our feet.
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