I wrote a poem today, thinking about how much my personal history, existence, life is like that of the world, creation. Meditating on Romans 8--a wonderful, hopeful passage.


A shadow with me
always
Darkness always
with the light
Shadow of my past
Darkness of the world
Altogether
light and dark
beautiful  and terrible.
Longings, groanings
too deep for words
My soul, Creation, Holy Spirit.
Redemption.
Mind on flesh
brings death, darkness
Mind on Spirit
brings life, peace, light
Waiting, hoping
Suffering, knowing
Crying, "Abba, Father!"