July 6, 2008
Taken From: Romans 1:16-23
Illustration by Grace Ellen Schiel
on common ground, breathe an
ill wind. I get my daily bread
in sweat as I move from one
moment into the next, into the next.
Knowing that God is and that
he is powerful, the creator, I
suppress the truth. My fears keep
pace with me as I express my philosophy
rather than believe what is revealed.
Hopeless, passions gather in the brim
of my dark soul; the darkness like death.
Then a light shines in me, a stirring
of wonder makes me catch my
breath. I feel the deep pull of it.
The pulse of it thunders through me,
lights a candle in my heart; awe
takes my breath. It’s as if the room
within is aflame with the knowledge of
his glory. Humbled, I look into his face.