A wounded world - God's Grace

A wounded world - Christmas 2012

Christmas came and Christmas went

its precious fleece of love

pierced by violent arrows and threats.

Holy choirs of angels bandaged

the wounds of hurting souls -

yet, some were terribly ravaged.

Many packages were opened,

but gifts could not fill the emptiness.

Could not mend - 

 the bleeding hearts and reeling minds.

Hopelessness was crowding Hope.

The usually bright and delighted spirit

was dimmed to cover unspeakable wounds.

Prayers ascended. Candles were lit.

Voices were crying, overschadowing carols.

“Give me understanding, even just a bit!”

Only God's Emerald angels – and -

the unleashing of the rivers of life

can bring healing to this world in plight.

By Rev. Angelika Mitchell (12/23/12)

  

God's Grace

From the rim of God's eternal fountain

spills a golden mist into our gray, drab world.

It touches all - few but notice.

Many are hung up amongst

the thorns of hatred and despair -

their antlers locked in fierce battle.

Would we only sigh ONCE God's name

from the very depth of our heart -

we might glimpse the golden flow:

the merciful river of God's grace,

that hope-filled mist of liquid love,

caressing, embracing, enveloping,

creation cradled in God's gentle arms.

By Rev. Angelika Mitchell (12/23/12)

© 2012 Angelika Mitchell