“New” — a little poem

“Behold! I make all things new.” Revelation 21:5

Written in Albuquerque, New Mexico.  Dedicated to my brother Nick.

 

 

 

Three new things today – new as a baby finding his fingers

I spit into the green and I see my spit link leaf to leaf,

like silk spinning, it stays strong through breeze-blown minutes

a moment of First

swaying, shimmering, silky spit string

I receive what is new and I smile

 

A distant trumpeting moments later, but music unfamiliar!

A swelling clucking chorus

I search the sky and I see geese encircling

singing with strange tongues over me, who is

so weary for hope, so untrusting of this moment’s newness

But it’s true- their singing is a second simple promise that there is still hope

So I receive what is new and I bow low

 

Tears spill over gravel and leaves, my own salt mixing with the dirt of the earth and

I believe in Name-changing, altar-erecting

I remember a veil torn, a final lamb, a promise from a burning bush

“I Am who I Am”.

 

See, nothing of hope is ever finished, with You.

I cannot meet You in the past.

You are not “I Was”.

 

You are “I Am” and I find You

I meet You-  can only meet You- here, where everything is new

I receive all that is new, and I am healing

 

 

 

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