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