His Own

Necessity yearned
for expression
in waiting
stillness
never still
only soundless
like a song deeply felt
tightly held
yet free
beneath
all anticipation
yet above all things
intense
swelling
like laughter
or a scream
at birth
ever beginning
and never-ending
waves of wisdom rupture
sudden sight pierces
walls
of hollow holes
bold as diamonds
grave as coals
first
light
at last
splitting the skies
spewing forth faultless
fingers
exposing
all
glory
to
glory
as the word gave his word
and walked from his garden
through his gate
guarded
by his own
flaming swords
to his hill
to fulfill
his perfect will
executing
his very own
p
r
o
m
i
s
e

Petra O. Hefner

“You can begin as if nothing had ever gone wrong. White as snow.” ― C.S. Lewis

Scripture 

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