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Apply Resurrection by Karen Tamminga-Paton www.tammingapaton.com

Apply Resurrection
by Karen Wilk

Practising resurrection
It’s simple within the spring once we see the brand new factor
     God is doing proper earlier than our eyes
          Each sunny morning once we rise
The grass is greening, shoots showing
     Birds chirping, skies clearing
         The heat of the day inviting
New progress, new life budding
         From the tomb of winter, as soon as so stiff and stark.
     We Apply Resurrection out of the chilly and darkish

However how will we apply resurrection when…
     When the ship is caught
Once we’re murking within the muck
         And that’s not all –
There’s a wall.

On the wall, I’m foreclosed, pressured to remain
But, right here my illusions start, like autumn leaves, to fall away
     The world just isn’t in our management
         We will’t grasp, conceive the entire
Stopped blind, will I discover–
     The grace, the nice, the real
The reality that life just isn’t, yours or mine
However there’s past, above
and wrapped round, a twine of affection
Golden, sustaining, sustaining thereof
     Life and progress, elevating, blazing, whereof
Resurrection’s lower than me, however given
     Like water and solar and style
Might the wall even be for my safety?
     — An invite to pause and uncover resurrection
         – To really feel its heat, securing my place
To note the rope’s mild suspending embrace,
     That joins me to the Different,
         Sister and Brother, Creator and Mom
Divinity, Trinity,
     Holy Being in Neighborhood
Now the wall, shadow and light-weight reshaping
     Properly, winsomely, landscaping
All that Eternity has made
     I, nor you, want be afraid
         Not as a result of concrete doesn’t rise tough
             Not as a result of life and loss of life will not be tangled robust
However as a result of golden cords are robust and wound round
     To bear our weight and settle sprouts in holy floor
Nourishing the sacred, the small, the mustard seed,
             Within the cupped cuddle of mud’s deep mead
Now a sapling contained but free
     Glowing, vibrant, valuable tree,
             Responding with pleasure to my abjection
Right here, I apply resurrection.

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