In late November when the deer run and a singular goose
cries lonely, flies south,
the tongues, they pause in the pleas they know well,
the please prayers, and heads they bow to pray
the thanks prayers, the real prayers that mouth
You are enough,
You who took the iron through the sinew,
You who etched the names into flesh, love-tattoos,
You, the Running God,
God who pounds the earth with Your elated feet
to throw holy arms around the grimy neck
of the swine-herder and prodigal and wretch like me
to kill the fattened Lamb to drape over
our ashamed shoulders Your finest garment,
blood stained purity,
You are enough and we bow with every tree and clap with every wave
and eat the bread around the table
in grateful awe.
Every Wednesday, we Walk with Him, posting a spiritual practice that draws us nearer to His heart.
To read the entire series of spiritual practices
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(Internet provider to our neck of the woods has been down since last night. My apologies for the late posting of WWHW)
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