A Post-Easter Question
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It is a fearful thing to fall into the hands
of the living God. (Hebrews 10:31)
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So you jarred us from sleeping walk
To tread air in glorious light,
Fused two souls into single love
Resplendent gift—to you, to us.
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That gift secured, where to roam now
In dark shadow of that shining,
Heirs to its eternal promise
In these ever faltering frames?
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Are we fated to mourn its mark
Left on faces sinking in time,
Intended to wander long night
In prowling quest for crystal sight?
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Or thrust forth to proclaim this love
As sample and substance divine,
Another offer transcendent
From boundless store the other side?
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Only to witness proffered glimpse
Dismissed by world ensnared by sin
Not able to perceive or touch
Vision perfect, offering pure.
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Or are we released to rest in
This permanent circle of love
Once granted welcoming harbor
Of solace and embrace sublime?
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Which our calling, our fate
In the wake of sudden seizing
Or being seized of your brilliance—
Our harnessed longing, burning curse?