21 April 2015

reflected cross

it was a perfect morning
to walk and wander
the nature reserve
heat from the sun 
drifting in a subtle breeze

resting in a bird blind
we savoured songs
sensing nearness
even as they remained hidden
I watched, still 
silent, to see
not wings, but a cross
reflected from random twigs

when eyes are wide
and spirits open
the cross is everywhere

For the story and message of the cross is sheer absurdity and folly
 to those who are perishing and on their way to perdition, 
but to us who are being saved it is the [manifestation of] the power of God. 


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