It’s a week of small steps and things coming together. Because sometimes it’s not the leaps we celebrate but the tiptoeing.
There’s an old saying about the whole being greater than the sum of its parts–the theme of this past week. An individual brushstroke can’t tell a painting’s whole image, just as our lives are full of imprints adding up to the whole story of redemption. When King Solomon wrote in Ecclesiastes 4:12 that “a threefold cord is not quickly broken” it holds true today as much as it did back then. That’s because when Christ is in the equation, no battering wind is strong enough to shake us. When we are firmly grounded, no circumstance is beyond weaving into the final product.
You can read previous installments in this series below.
Eggshells | Day 29
Such a fragile thing
To house a precious interior
Life hanging in the balance
Between careful handling
And careless transport
Just like the soul
Caught inside such earthly bounds
But unlike an egg
Safe even when
The physical temple breaks
Buildup | Day 30
It’s the slow collection of things
That weighs the most
Like droplets in a reservoir
And it happens so gradually
That the change is imperceptible
Until one day, we look back
And wonder how the county line
Got so far back in the rearview
Tapestry | Day 31
The past is like textile
All woven together
And tightly knit
To try and separate one thread
Means unraveling all the others
Between the rows of warp and weft
Lie a history so bound
By the confines of its loom
And carefully laid
By the skillful hand
Of a master storyteller
Baby’s Breath | Day 32
So aptly named, this bloom
That sings of young love and innocence
Of purity and new beginnings
So sweet the recollection
Of a warm child in my arms
Eyes drowsy with sleep
Breath smelling of evening milk
And it must naturally mean
That the florist was a mother too
For how else could such a likeness
Be so perfectly captured?
Groundwork | Day 33
If I cannot conceive of
The tallest heights
Then let me study the stones
If the highest branches
Elude my thoughts
Let the roots be where I start
If the ocean’s depths
Are far beyond imagining
Let me wade in the shallows
Because without the foundation
To build upon
My strivings amount to nothing
Blind Man See | Day 34
Was he there in the crowd
The day Jesus arrived?
That man, who once knew
Darkness
But whose eyes were opened
To marvelous light
Was he watching for the one
Who changed his life forever?
Did he see the fronds waving
Hear the donkey braying
Could he sing along with the multitude?
Surely he knew the truth
In what the Savior said
That even if the crowds were silent
The rocks would cry out in their place
Suddenly the blind man
Could see better than the rest
When his eyes were opened
To majesty