God sent us away from home...To the place of our new birth...A place where we will one day feel at home again. This reflection/poem is Inspired by the text from the second week in Lent in the church calendar. Written by Kelly Hall and Phuc Luu, acting by Jeremy Wells, filmed by Josh Spires and music by Aural Method.
God sent us away from home,
dressed with instruction
clothed and turned toward a future
that cannot be seen
with frightening anticipation
and the promise of blessing.
Just one step outside of Eden,
the air was different, so was breathing
and our legs and our stride
and then came quickly the question:
“From where will my help come?”
We depended on the One who would hold our feet steady,
trying step through the terrain, sometimes climbing ever upward
Did we stop to just gaze at sun or moon?
Did we notice the stars or sand on shore?
Not like we did before—
now only points on the path, directional
pointing clearly to something more—
someone who made the universe
and its sandy beaches and sky and moving earth beneath our feet.
Bombs dropped on my homeland many years ago.
Their explosions like fireworks to my young ears,
move across the ocean of my soul
and meet me here, a place of new sights of sounds,
new wounds and healing and still—
“Where will my help come?”
Coming to trust again,
prayers are simply the cries of a baby
connected as in the womb
to the One whose arms are of embrace
the love of a mother for her child
to accept as a gift,
we breathe in and work
to make easy, what was once effortless
Jesus went up the hill and was changed
To see the law and the prophets
Moses and Elijah
His face as the burning bush
His feet as the hallowed ground
The disciples saw him as the Son of Man
The one who was fully who he was,
and meant to be,
One who completely trusted
And they were to see themselves in him
Loved daughters and sons.
And we make our way on this mountainside
Ascending and descending with our belief
Not to find ourselves, but to enter into the life of the beloved
Our final resting place
Where what was lost is found
Another new way of walking, making way
To the place of our new birth
where the miles we have traversed
will be mapped upon the heart
of the One who calls us to remember,
to believe we will one day feel at home again.
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