June 25, 2012

Author of our great story, even so,

come as on the first day, speaking light

one sentence out of darkness. Spirit blow

the waters to their boundaries by Your might.

Order and recreate our broken earth.

Even baptism has only been a type

of that eye-twinkling, marvelous rebirth.

Call us by our new names! The time is ripe.

We rise from dust a second, glorious time,

never to lose Your breath of life again,

no more to mourn our bodies’ slow decline.

The books, the graves are open! Poise Your pen

to end the prologue. Start our Chapter One

on a clean page: “Behold, the new has come!”