September 22–28 ❘ Overtaken

Overtaken

Though unchanging as a mother
with hands stretched out
to a child testing first steps,
God is adaptable.

He suffers us gladly, tinkers
new ways to treat old complaints,
tweaks a way for us to accomplish
what He commands,

while we who waffle between day
and night are rigid, impatient in pain,
freezing each other in place for past wrongs,
determined not to heal or be healed.

He wants to remake us in His image,
to imprint us like fresh clay,
but we are brittle. We have snuffed
the lamps and huddle under blankets,

unable to tell our own Father
from a thief in the night.

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