O’er the Ramparts

If you have lived, take thankfully the past. 
                               ~ John Dryden

God thundereth marvellously with his voice; great things doeth he, which we cannot comprehend.

For he saith to the snow, Be thou on the earth; likewise to the small rain, and to the great rain of his strength.

                                ~ Job 37:5-6

Which we cannot comprehend.

How the ramparts of our lives

fly, seemingly unrelated, falling

where they may, littering pathways

blocking walkways, that we might 

pick our way through, taking 

care where our feet fall, that we 

might not.

Stunned, we walk forward, drinking

in the rain, crying out our own.

We are frantic in the search 

looking for pieces of our lives.

Hungering for so much more 

than food amidst the rubble.

And then the snow. O’er all

softening the blow, lingering 

beauty to sooth, dress, heal.

Our vision clears, we hear

our name called above

our murky thoughts. 

We are pulled to the sound,

No strength left but to move

into the arms of that One

who knows just where the pieces


and we are held.



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