The wood is
slow
to burn this
morning,
reluctant
and stubborn.
Leaning into
the stove’s
metal mouth,
I draw
deep breaths
and
exhale with
force
in a steady
rhythm.
This must be
how God
hovered
over the
still body
formed from
the earth,
the slow, stubborn
dust pressed
together.
God leaning,
breathing,
and the
human
bursting
into life,
like a
flame.
God coaxing
the fire
of humanity.
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This is beautiful. What a thought…God hovering over the waters…
Thanks, Bethany.
This is so fine. I have always loved the picture of "hovering" in God's Word. I sense it through your poem.
Caring through Christ, ~ linda
There so much intentionality in hovering, so much simultaneous restraint and devotion.
Lovely poem, Kelly. I can picture the wood stove fire having started so many when we heated with wood. I love this phrase:
bursting into life, like a flame
I look forward to your posts–beautiful writing combined with sound theology.
Thanks so much, Constance. Your words encourage me.
Kelly, you paint a powerful word picture. I like it a lot.
Thanks Jody. I love when experience opens a deeper understanding of language.