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31 August 2010

garish sensibilities serenade
the solid senses, solidarity
with foppish frolicking
and fickle philanthropy
(of the mandatory variety)
which really isn’t philanthropy
at all; and life’s small
distances seem grievously great
despite our pretty loves
and all our petty hates.
give voice, o tongue, and sing
the sounds of bittersweet surrender
where all in all is the Dove
and submission, finally, renders
the broken vessel whole.

2 Comments leave one →
  1. 31 August 2010 13:12

    Oooh, I like this one too! I’m currently gripped in the process of a very long blog post about brokenness and wholeness, and it’s getting so tangled I’m not sure if it can be salvaged, but it felt as though you were reading my mind just now.

  2. 10 September 2010 15:15

    To be broken and to be whole (or made whole) is the process of the Christian life doing what it is supposed to do–but we have to live it, to do the work. Of course, without God’s help, we cannot do this; but if we do not try and do this, then we leave Him no room to help. He doesn’t do it for us. It’s a complicated proposition, salvation.

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