YOU ARE LOVED


This is love.



The confronted

Carpenter’s hand –

that once gripped dirt

and molded a man –


now tracing the ground

by the scandalous woman.


Dirt screams for stones.

The made demand unmaking.


So He sighs again

His life-giving breath

and nails Himself up,

the projectile’s target.


With dirt, it began.

With stones, it is finished.



This is love.



Not that we love

this creation-saving Creator

but that He loved us

enough


to baptize this ground

with His breath and His blood.





Happy Valentines Day. You are wildly loved.

 

"The First Stone" from What Remains: Poems


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