The Perfect Storm

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Thursday, August 19, 2010

The Perfect Storm

We're still off-lectionary this week, taking our waders into the perfect storm and hope Jesus might have a word to say to it. Here's a gathering scene-setting thing, still to be completed.

It was the perfect night
the moon pulled itself from behind the tired clouds
emptied of their wrath
and stretched it’s silvered pathway across us
like some band of light
leading us to the shore

and we had to blink a little
and steady ourselves
for but a minute ago
all the anger of heaven was raining on us
and a great claw of sea clutched our boat
in a split of water
debating which way to let us fall

but now the perfect calm
after the perfect storm
soothed by a word
with an edge we had not yet heard
made flesh
among us
between the wreckage of ropes and faith