Bridge

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How graciously You share with me

 this space,

In Your Stable

In Your Kingdom

 

You teach me to be,

in both,

equally at Home,

as You are,

seamlessly moving

between the two

which are really,

and always,

One

 

Both hinds feet and High Places

are needed...

ashes and Beauty

relative obscurity and Royalty...

 

I am Your tender touch,

with one hand cupping the face of Your beloved,

with the other cupping the Face of Heaven

 

I am the golden scepter

held in Your steady Hand

extended toward your beloved

banishing fear

conveying Your call

to Come

to Breathe in Your Presence

to know the Kindness of their King

revealed in a Carpenter,

a Foot-Washer,

in One Who left Heaven

to hold Earth,

 

to form a Bridge,
 

and to make of us,

 

Bridges.

 

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Merry Christmas,

from one beloved to another...