Dawn is coming

Sometimes, I wonder at the marvel that we are

wandering bundles of hopes and fears, dreams and doubts,

not as solid and separate as we think.

Our language, laughter, love, and lack

shaped by the others’

language, laughter, love and lack.

Made to love, made to create, made to delight.

Fallen to hate, fallen to destroy, fallen to despair.

Hope is in the redemption, the message of the cross.

The Creator’s heart broken for all, the price of rebellion paid.

Counted among the rebels, He interceded for rebels.

Death beaten, He rose again so in believing, we could, too.

Heart by heart, changed and awakened to the Love of the creator.

Heart by heart, connected, the world could be made new.

Language, laughter, and love, dispelling the lack.

I’ve seen it coming in glimpses. I’ve seen it in my own heart.

There are whispers of a new wind.

There are small victories over the darkness, like the birth of new stars.

I look to the horizon and see the black turning to indigo, the clouds from smoke to violet.

Dawn is coming.

And it will be glorious.

all glory be to GOD for ever and ever, in Jesus Christ precious name, Amen.