seeps away at dusk
sucked into the wind-caressed
greyness of the clouds,
darkly one with blackening trees,
inviting a soul's deep drinking
As black as that tree
etched in Golgotha,
dark as that darkness,
chilled as the wind
that made His spirit recoil
yet grasped strangely, firmly.
A hard cup for those addicted to the
and love baths in shimmering light,
fearing the love of unknowing.
But somehow necessary
and the cracking open of inner graveyards.
Ross lives in Canberra, Australia. He is the director/administrator of Barnabas Ministries, Inc., which offers ministers of the Gospel a place to pause, refresh their perspective, and renew their acquaintance with God.
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