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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


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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