The Promise

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The breeze toyed playfully with His hair

Tugging wistfully at His robe

At the tread of His sandals

The earth sighed with inexpressible hope

Sunlight wrapped joyfully around His frame

And danced with delight on His face

Waves stumbled softly one over another

In gleeful contest to caress His feet

Wind and storm bowed willingly

And ceased

While every creature small and great

Lifted weary heads to inhale

A forgotten fragrance….

God walking again among men

  

And as for Him

What was it like to stride on earth’s bleeding soil

Among this fallen race?

To gaze upward through sky consumed by cloud

And taste the rain in His mouth?

To lift a handful of silver sand

And watch it tumble grain by grain earthward

Between His fingers?

To feel the rustic fibre of timber boat beneath his feet

To breathe in the aroma of oven baked bread

Or savour the sweetness of new made wine?

Did He linger on the mountain top

Silently surveying this realm of man and beast

Remembering too well

How it was in the beginning?

 

And did His creation weep

In anguished heartache

As men nailed Him to the tree

Cruelly fashioning even His own handiwork

Into His execution stake?

Did it hide itself in fear and disbelief

Silently absorbing the trauma

And the grief?

Dying yet again to hope

Only to retreat

To watch again in wordless agony

The desperate unfolding

Of mankind’s bitter story?

 

Do you feel its anxious yearning

This watching waiting creation?

Somehow sensing  the nearness of that dreamlike dawn

When finally will that consummate step be felt

Upon earth’s tear stained face

And the voice of a multitude of new born adams

Resound throughout the nations

Shall the mountains and the hills bow down in awe

And the trees clap their hands at the promised revelation?

Shall sun and moon rejoice at their greater light

These children of God?

Each one in His image, bearing His likeness

Endowed with His authority

To love, to nurture and to heal

As it was in the beginning

 

Do you feel the heartbeat of the earth

And all its creatures

Pulsating with one burning question:

Lord, how long?

©Cheryl McGrath, Bread for the Bride, 2012

For the anxious longing of the creation waits eagerly for the revealing of the sons of God.  For the creation was subjected to futility, not willingly, but because of Him who subjected it, in hope  that the creation itself also will be set free from its slavery to corruption into the freedom of the glory of the children of God.  Romans 8:19-21 NKJV



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9 replies

  1. BEAUTIFUL! I read this today and am reminded of it by your post…
    “The desert and the parched land will exult; the steppe will rejoice and bloom. They will bloom with abundant flowers, and rejoice with joyful song. The glory of Lebanon will be given to them, the splendor of Carmel and Sharon; They will see the glory of the LORD, the splendor of our God.
    Strengthen the hands that are feeble, make firm the knees that are weak,
    Say to those whose hearts are frightened: Be strong, fear not! Here is your God, he comes with vindication; With divine recompense he comes to save you. Then will the eyes of the blind be opened, the ears of the deaf be cleared; Then will the lame leap like a stag, then the tongue of the dumb will sing. Streams will burst forth in the desert, and rivers in the steppe.
    The burning sands will become pools, and the thirsty ground, springs of water; The abode where jackals lurk will be a marsh for the reed and papyrus. A highway will be there, called the holy way; No one unclean may pass over it, nor fools go astray on it. No lion will be there, nor beast of prey go up to be met upon it. It is for those with a journey to make, and on it the redeemed will walk. Those whom the LORD has ransomed will return and enter Zion singing, crowned with everlasting joy; They will meet with joy and gladness, sorrow and mourning will flee.” Isaiah 35:1-10

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  2. Cheryl: I have no words but thank you.

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  3. Whoops sorry Cheryl, I’ve not re-blogged before and thought I could save it in drafts. I hope you don’t mind. It does link back to your site so I hope you get a few more visitors at least. My apologies if I have over stepped the mark. Blessings, Karen.

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  4. Reblogged this on Walking Tomorrow and commented:
    A beautiful poem that rightly deserves a place on this blog and wider reading………He is beautiful!

    My lover is already on his way to his garden,
    to browse among the flowers, touching the colors and forms.
    I am my lover’s and my lover is mine.
    He caresses the sweet-smelling flowers. (Songs 6:2-3) Message Bible

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  5. Absolutely! Fab poem, can I reblog?

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