The grayness has come for 6 weeks I face it.
The trees are bare, their limbs etched in black across the sky.
Coldness creeps into the bones; the chill will not leave me.
Ashes are upon my forehead, death is embraced.
Judgment must be executed.
It is all I deserve.
I am guilty, the crime has been committed;
no more excuses can be made.
But I am not beaten,
the stripes I deserve are given to another.
I cannot bear to watch.
My heart is torn to pieces.
In His pain, He reaches to me.
I grasp His hand, I kiss His feet.
I am covered in His blood.
His blood purifies. My robe is white- spotless.
I am embraced, His mark upon my forehead.
Life is embraced.
Resurrection has come
“…. seeing our Father in everything makes life one long thanksgiving and gives a rest of heart, and, more than that, a gayety of spirit, that is unspeakable.”
Hannah Whitall Smith
Jesus’s word from John 10:10
….”I came that they may have life and have it abundantly.”
When the floods of life come, Jesus is the bridge that carries me across to the other side.
Thank you God for those who have been by my side and walked across that bridge with me.
“Surely He has borne our griefs and carried our sorrows….” Isaiah 53:4
In the language of flowers, the Chrysanthemum represents truth.
John Keats said “Beauty is truth, truth beauty…”
Jesus said in John 8:32, “And you will know
the truth and the truth will set you free.”
Now THAT is beautiful!