Ah, little God, in an instant long in coming,
you broached to us this breachless veil,
bearing its weight in sullen flesh, and pulled aside
the cancerous curtain. Here, where once
we hid from the balm of healing touch, now
you lay fresh hope in scattered hay into which,
breathing lightly in cherubic light, has come
to rest, new life in an infant’s deep sleep.
If we are made in God’s image and God sings, then we should be singing, too.
Revitalizing the Christian imagination through painting, poetry, music, and more
Ancient Wisdom for Modern Seekers
Writing from the In/Between
Spiritual Direction for Integrated Living
from liquid courage to sober courage
an anamcara exploring those close encounters of the liminal kind
Collaborating with the Muses to inspire, create, and illuminate
...in such kind ways...
"That I may publish with the voice of thanksgiving, and tell of all thy wondrous works." Psalm 26:7
Blog for poet and singer-songwriter Malcolm Guite
…in the thick of things
REFLECTIONS & REVIEWS
Seeking that which is life giving.
… hope is oxygen
Rob's Lit-Bits 
“little God” sweetly provocative and lingering words…
Why, thank you, ma’am! Have a great Christmas…you and your tribe.
Hello Robert,
I found your blog link Facebook.
I loved the way it ended- with hope.