Reckless Love
A mother stoops to pick him up again,
she gently wipes his hot tears away.
Her lips brush his cheek and melt away pain.
Fear loses because love is here to stay.
A spark ignites fire on the dry wood.
She takes to flight on newly mended wings.
He washes clean in the rage of a flood,
And far in the distance a church bell rings.
We drop our clanging chains to the foul floor.
He finished with death’s hideous demands.
Abject slaves run toward him, bound no more.
He drops the keys into overwhelmed hands.
They pull the drifting ship into the fold.
Wanderers come home, and sinners rejoice.
The cracks in pots of clay now shine like gold.
He breathes in mud and gives mute voices.
4 responses to “A Contemplative Poem on Love”
Beautiful! I particularly love “The cracks in pots of clay now shine like gold.”
Thank you! It comes from 2 Corinthians 4:7, “But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us.”
The vision in this poem reminds me of my brokenness and Jesus’ grace. Keep up the beautiful words and images.
Thank you! I am glad you enjoyed it!