Yesterday was spent amongst sheriffs and handcuffs. Now amongst pure ocean breeze, resting beside the sea.
I felt the Good of God amongst the cuffs and sheriffs. And I feel the Good of God beside the sea, serenaded by gentle breeze.
God is Good. And yet, deep Mystery.
And only in the reading of hard and the reading of rest, do we rightly read the Mystery.
Reading days of loss and days of gain,
A slight knowing we do ascertain,
Of He Who was slain.
To live the ugly, we begin to behold the Beauty and childlike knowing of Mystery.
It is not for creation to question the Tale of the Mystery.
Creation can yet just glory that we are allowed to live amongst the Mystery.
(I wrote over a week ago, within a few short hours we found ourselves back amongst the cuffs and sheriffs. And I still do proclaim ~ the pain is surely worth the Gain.)
I felt the Good of God amongst the cuffs and sheriffs. And I feel the Good of God beside the sea, serenaded by gentle breeze.
God is Good. And yet, deep Mystery.
And only in the reading of hard and the reading of rest, do we rightly read the Mystery.
Reading days of loss and days of gain,
A slight knowing we do ascertain,
Of He Who was slain.
To live the ugly, we begin to behold the Beauty and childlike knowing of Mystery.
It is not for creation to question the Tale of the Mystery.
Creation can yet just glory that we are allowed to live amongst the Mystery.
(I wrote over a week ago, within a few short hours we found ourselves back amongst the cuffs and sheriffs. And I still do proclaim ~ the pain is surely worth the Gain.)
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