Stars have always been a powerful symbol to me of beauty and perfection. When I was in my early teens, the beauty of the stars was one of the things that helped me believe in the reality of God. I was (and am) incapable of believing that such glory is happenstance. But beauty is dangerous too -- it shows us up, revealing sin and death and finitude. ..
I am shredded by the stars;
The sharpness of their glory
Lacerates my questing soul.
See their cold perfection
Utterly destroy me,
Revealing hidden darkness
And unravelling conceit.
Must all beauty be my death?
Take me apart then,
Let me be refashioned.
Let the frozen tears start flowing
To acknowledge all the pain.
Let me look beyond the stars ..
Beyond this beauty .. Beauty Himself ..
Descending into darkness ..
And returning.
Let me be unafraid
Of the small deaths, the unmaking;
Tear the terrible wound wide open
Let all beauty sear and sheer
Until I know that Death is dead
And I walk in killing gladness
… meeting Love.
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Reminds me of this verse from Revlation Lynne;
“I, Jesus, have sent my angel to testify to you about these things for the churches. I am the root and the descendant of David, the bright morning star.”
All this and more
can touch the mind and eye!
But ev'n so
may the light that shines
kill the darkness
that blinds the grace of all his glory...
When Amazing Grace
will end our journey and allow us to become perfectly enriched... listening to His never ending story!
Thanks Lynette.
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