A beautiful poetic reflection from Cheryl Anne. One to sit and contemplate as days draw closer to our Lord’s sacrifice on the cross for love of us.
Gentle, Faithful Morning,
You kindly reveal
the Nature of
the One Who Breathed
us into Being.
So strong, so sure
as to make the mountain;
so delicate as to weave
the butterflyโs wings;
so lyrical and free
as to make the breeze
that sings through the treetops.
While here below,
we pray; seeking
strength and grace
for the day; so unsure
and often wilted under
the weight of our sadness.
How can we see
the way forward
in a world where
madness seems to reign
and pain seems to prevail;
where Eden becomes Gethsemane
and the cup received brims
bitter with travail?
But if we can be
still as the mountain
for even a moment,
and light as the butterfly;
beautiful in our fragility;
willing to be carried on the breeze,
then perhaps we may know
the Surge of Trust that overtook
the Beloved One Who sweated
blood in theโฆ
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So beautiful. Thank you for sharing!
I’m so pleased you enjoyed it too, Bettie! Cheryl Anne has been writing lots of beautiful poetic reflections during Lent. They have all spoken to me, especially this one. ๐๐