have the skies been blue
with intensity every
or have I noticed
more? how tilted up beauty
squeezes me closer.
new wine is found in
the cluster, but don’t crush the
blessing. with pain,
righteous pressings hide
doers from His eyes.
new heavens and new
earth come to stay as dust be-
comes the serpent’s food.
guzzle down remnant
wine, savor Christ’s sacrifice.
accept the upward.
9/11/01. 13 years ago: The bottom fell out; not a Believer, but I became an intense worrier to the point of constant panic.
9/11/02. 12 years ago: I bawled like the rest of the world, remembering. Not a Believer.
9/11/03. 11 years ago: A friend’s baby was born (in another state) while I was at the hospital for a 3-D ultrasound of my high-risk pregnancy baby (due in 2 months). A Believer, indeed! The baby inside had already brought my husband and I both to our knees.
9/11/09. 5 years ago: Sat on the riverbank while husband taught young son how to fish beneath deep, blue skies. Little did we know that we’d be in the cat pee rental within 5 weeks.
9/11/11. 3 years ago: We moved to our current locale (it was over 100 degrees that day) as we left our favorite home place for an unfinished pole barn in the wild woods. 4th move in 2 years. We lived in a horse trailer and a tool shed for a month.
9/11/12. 2 years ago: I had just shared the gospel with an old man at the farmer’s market; decided I could fit in here.
9/11/14. Today: Savoring my acceptance of the One who rights the wrong, binds the broken, heals the lame, takes the shame, bears the pain, gives the gift of life – twice (if you so choose).
* stream of haikus prompted by Isaiah 65