How might the first Christmas have played out in Heaven? What could have transpired?
Smoke clouds billow, choke, and roll; Bleak is the day and Dark is the night, And yet we stand in fight, flight, fright or freeze, Instead of voicing truth and hope— We speak aloud discordant tones Of beliefs and choices, Emotions and retaliations, And of theologies and doctrines Personalised through carefully crafted filters of ‘good versus evil’ and ‘evil versus good.’
I suppose it would be easy For this universe and the next To collapse in on themselves— Whether through fatigue or choice— In response to the chaotic airwaves currently Having their say, Their way, Their complete disregard for Who Jesus is, Where He stands, And what He wants...
I stand alone,Ground beneath and sky above—Gentle breezes that dance with heart Upon my leaves.In this vulnerable place it is difficult for me not toCall to familiar things—To live as I once lived. But I will not, becauseIt was in losing my life that I found this tender place.But if I try—really tryTo find my … Continue reading Tree.