Priscilla's News
Priscilla’s News
The Word
Threads every dawn
Dyed in blue
And
Purples hues
And walks in time
With the meter of a shuttle
A steady
Pulsing rhythm
The beat of warp and woof
Rising-falling
Falling – rising
Weaving seasons through the soul
Into new patterns
Of hope
Foretold –
Life born from an empty tomb
And ancient promise
Raised up in flesh
Called from the grip of a cerecloth
Shouting in triumph
Over mortality clothed in flesh
In bright threads of victory;
A season of the heart
Peering through dark threads
Of winter’s midnight
And passing over
The bondage of empires
And conquering armies
In crimson strands,
The Word
Proclaimed to countless souls
Shivering through each starless night –
Waiting-hoping
Hoping-waiting
Not knowing eternity’s covenant
Changed the pattern
Of each life which numbly wandered
From Eden to exile
Exile to Eden
New creations –
New highways leveled -
New valleys rise embracing mountaintops
Where footsteps
Joyfully announce
Good News!
Changing colors of despair
To brilliant shades of joy
In the handiwork of a new handmaid -
Woman of the Word –
Who did not travel the holy roads,
Or wait upon the Living Word,
But sees through eyes,
Once blinded eyes
That held the coats
Of hands that martyrs made,
The calling of the weaver’s wife
To raise a herald’s voice
In a foreign wilderness
For those who wait in darkness
Preparing a new made way
In a tent of tapestry – hearts interwoven –
Bound by the Word.
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