Monday, June 23, 2008

Poem: Hosea 7:8

Hosea 7:8

You wake, and begin to move,
stopping briefly at the mirror
that reveals the truth,

a body tired by fifty two years of life,
energetic still, but worn,
wrinkled, a tiredness that shows

and goes beneath the surface,
to your heart, to your soul;
a wearyness

that wreaks of the past,
but is not the whole story,
for the cake is only half done,

ready to be turned,
the heat of God's spirit ready
to complete you,

fill you with an energy
the mirror cannot show,
and age and events cannot dim,

sure somehow that the wrinkles you see,
are not scars of the past,
but roadways to the future.


Hosea 7:8 reads "Ephraim is a cake not turned." and according to the commentary I read this morning, A cake not turned is uncooked on one side; and so Ephraim was, in many respects, untouched by divine grace: though there was some partial obedience, there was very much rebellion left. - Not unlike us humans.

The picture is from a home in Williams County, NY. You can click on it for a larger view.


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