Descent of the Dove
The tumbling turbulence sweeping that room
Re-imag’d our understanding of God –
No longer Other, Transcendent, Removed;
Now Resident, Presiding, close as your
Heartbeat, the Called Alongside One, Friend,
Power of our transformation, Spirit.
Write, young poets, your Vision envision’d
Ecstatic utterance ne’er heard before!
Dream dreams, seasoned veterans, your best
Days belong to Tomorrow, not the past.
God’s kingdom servants, men and women, live
Effective, equipped, energized,
This world needs your Hope to invigorate
Faith in God’s new dawning deliverance.
Copyright © David Palmer | Year Posted 2016
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