Sunday Sermon Notes: Getaway

Columbus, Ohio
The Word did
not fall
through pulpit, or
lips today–
but sang
out from streets
of a strange
city

from stone
cathedrals that
whirred by in
window

from books

and beer



from dainty turn
of orchid
beard


light through
fatidic glass turned
hand
and reflecting
what Your hand
turns


it whispered on
rooftop
over reaching branches

and sighed with
quiet of
cascading water on
stone

in the body of
black
dog
in the middle
of the road;
I cried,
heard Your voice
and wondered–
was he loved?

in garrulous
market

and
erudite pages
that took my
breath

of diaphanous wings
wriggled free
of chrysalides

you spoke in
bricked streets and
ivied trellis gates…

in art the scale
of a
building side

fresh bread
and pickles
and the scent of
popcorn.

Ah, yes
One
who speaks—
never stop
and let my
ear be always
tuned
to
your
sweet
melody.

Comments

  1. says

    Oh Laura, your words and pictures took my breath away and I fell into your world of seeing and hearing Him everywhere you turned.

    Thank you for taking me along with you. It was very refreshing. I love your writing. It is so peaceful and beautiful.

    Blessings,
    Alleluiabelle

  2. says

    You invited us along, down a delightful trail. Noticing, blesses the Star Breather, He receives it as worship.
    This blessed me also. Would that we all felt like the highly favored one as we traveled lightly and deeply through a day.

  3. says

    I read somewhere that the sacred resides in the ordinary. He is omnipresent, yet so often we miss seeing Him and hearing His voice. Thank you for sharing so many glimpses of glory.

    Blessings my friend,
    Joy

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