So, I decided I would try to post every Saturday, but today I wrote something so brilliant that I felt like I had to share it RIGHT NOW. It is what I would label “prose poetry.” I am super excited about it! (now you get to read it and tell me it’s the worst junk you’ve ever read…)
If you want the full effect, you’ll have to listen to “Storm All Around You” with John Thurlow while reading. And for the last bit, although not as epic, “Deep Cries Out” by William Matthews will work.
Faith Remains
There was rain. It dripped down the glass. The rain was everywhere. It bled out of the sky. It flooded the streets. It made its way into every crack. It made its way into every crevice. It chased every animal out of its hole. There was rain. There was rain with no end in sight, but an end in mind.
There was wind. It blew open the door. The wind was enclosing. It pushed the sky to its limits. It rampaged our dreams. It made its way through every jacket. It made its way through every shelter. It blew our hair into our faces. There was wind. There was wind with no respite available, nothing could hide from it.
There was thundering. It shattered the storm’s silence. The thunder was present. It didn’t remain in the sky. It destroyed the thought of escape. It burst into our minds. It burst into our thoughts. It denied the existence of peace. There was thunder. There was thunder without anything holding it back, unleashed upon the hapless earth.
There was lightning. It sped over the clouds. The lightning was unending. It was the light of the sky. It scarred the back of our minds. It broke our eyes. It broke our life. It gloated over us until we dissipated into the rain. There was lighting. There was lighting stretching as far back as I could remember, and now nothing else could remain unlit by the darkness of it.
There was storm. It destroyed everything we thought was ours. The storm was death, but it didn’t die. It mauled the sky itself, ruthless. It overturned everything in its path. It shoved its way into every part of our being. It shoved its way into every darkness we’d ever had. It poured others into us until we couldn’t help but flee. There was storm. There was storm with no light but darkness, and no comfort but pain. Soon we couldn’t tell the difference.
But faith remained.
There was rain. There was wind. There was thundering. There was lightning. There was a storm all around us.
But faith remained.
So He arose. He destroyed everything we thought was ours. He was life, and he didn’t die. He discarded what the world believed. He conquered all in His path. He shoved His way into every part of our being. He shoved His way into every darkness we’d ever had. He poured Himself into us until we couldn’t help but die. He arose. He arose with no darkness, no pain. But with light and comfort.
He arose. He arose early to send His prophets to us. He was unending. He was the light of the world. He imprinted Himself onto the back of our minds. He broke our hearts. He broke our chains. He danced over us until we saw Him. He arose. He stretches back as far as I could remember, and now nothing can remain unlit by the love of Him.
He arose. He shattered the heart’s silence. He was present. He didn’t remain in the sky. He destroyed the thought of doubt. He burst into our minds. He burst into our thoughts. He denied the power of sin over us. He arose. He arose without anything holding Him back, unleashed upon the helpless earth.
He arose. He blew down the wall. He was encasing our hearts. He pushed us to our limit. He rampaged our dreams. He made His way through every guard. He made His way through every boundary. He blew our faults into our eyes. He arose. He arose with no respite available, nothing could hide from Him.
He arose. He knocked on our doors. He was everywhere. He bled out of the sky. He flooded the streets. He made His way into every crack. He made His way into every crevice. He chased every sin out of its home. He arose. He arose with no end in sight in either direction.
And faith remains.
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