August 31, 2008
Taken From: Romans 2:6-11

Illustration by Grace Ellen Schiel
It comes, that day we never
thought would come; a numb thunder
proclaims the startling brevity
of things, a divide opens;
wrath and mercy
tribulation and peace
damnation and glory.
Works reveal something of who I am,
condemn or confirm my being.
I believe and interrupt my belief
with doubt. I doubt and interrupt
my doubt with belief – wholly
unknown, except the Son – the
unknowable made known. Blessedness
soaks the ground and its
wintering seeds, ready
to loosen whatever is bound
to a sort of grandeur.
Sense comes into my skull like a light;
my heart cries, “Lord, I believe;
help my unbelief!” I be.
I want to love you only for being.
thought would come; a numb thunder
proclaims the startling brevity
of things, a divide opens;
wrath and mercy
tribulation and peace
damnation and glory.
Works reveal something of who I am,
condemn or confirm my being.
I believe and interrupt my belief
with doubt. I doubt and interrupt
my doubt with belief – wholly
unknown, except the Son – the
unknowable made known. Blessedness
soaks the ground and its
wintering seeds, ready
to loosen whatever is bound
to a sort of grandeur.
Sense comes into my skull like a light;
my heart cries, “Lord, I believe;
help my unbelief!” I be.
I want to love you only for being.
DAS


