The wind is wiping waves of dust –
The storm is whipping screens –
Just to the east of the garden
An Angel intervenes.
His two-edged sword is flaming –
His countenance is flint.
The Tree of Life stands gleaming –
Awaiting His consent.
You know the way ahead is strait –
You know the coast is clear –
Press forward in the Ark of faith –
You know Christ will appear.
His Body makes a bridge to cross
From sea to firmament.
He stretches like a rainbow arch
From earth to sacrament.
(1 December 2008, Pleasant Grove, Utah)
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"He stretches like a rainbow arch
From earth to sacrament."
What a lovely image! Wonderful poem!
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