In This River of Intention II

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?