the sun slips behind a glowing horizon,
weary of casting light upon
the wicked deeds of man.
in the morning…
but over and over
the sun rises and sets
on a world that crowns wickedness
and spits in the face of righteousness.
a greater Son will rise and
fall no more,
casting light on a throng of faithful men
who treasured the light of this Son
while others basked only in the glory of
the one that slips now beneath a glowing horizon.
Will I ever stop writing poetry that a.) contains sunset imagery, and b.) looks forward to eternity?
I think not.
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This phrase, found in Song of Solomon, has always captured my heart with its beauty and the victory it implies.
I was excited for the day when I could finally say it to someone.
This summer, shortly after my grandma passed away, a dear friend gifted our family a mug that bears those words…
and it finally hit me.
I have found the One whom my soul loves.
He sought me out before I wanted Him, seeing the beauty that could be instead of the ugliness I was.
He could have cast me aside for something, someone far more worthy. But He didn’t.
He could have let the cup of His Father’s wrath pour out on me. But He didn’t.
He took it up in weary hands and drank its dregs, giving the last breath in His lungs to rend the veil that kept me from Him.
What love could be greater than this?
Yes, I have found the One whom my soul loves.
I won’t know the full meaning of those words until I step across the fine line of eternity and see His face for the very first time.
I’m certain I won’t be able to say it without weeping…
“I have found the One whom my soul loves.”