Teach me, Father
To be a son.
White birch window on the morning sky
I’ve grown up too fast
Judged your failures more harshly than my own
Turned my back and ran from you
When I’d only just learned to stand.
A frost-etched pane canopied beneath a tree that saves itself
Show me, Father
How to serve and care for others
How to bind and loose and tend
To the needful thing and the better part.
Unchanging glory framed by an endless procession of seasons…
Help me, Father
To rest in your strength, delight in your joy
To be at peace and unafraid
Knowing I am yours…
Seen darkly through a glass.
A risen sun.
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2 comments:
A great, white birch stands to the north of our home. This tree and the sky through its branches are the first things I see many mornings in the window over my head. Sometimes its alabaster skin contrasts richly with bright, green leaves and an azure sky. In the rain or when the snow is blowing, it becomes a wisp of smoke rising against the storm. I think of this tree as a kind of living frame for the patch of sky visible from that bedroom window. And, the simple act of gazing at the sky, in a frame, through a window strikes me as an analogy for the way we try to make sense of God and the things of God through various filters, frames, and lenses of our own. Or, as the Apostle Paul put it, “through a glass, darkly.” Without giving too much away – or detracting from what it may mean to you – “White Birch Sky” is a reflection on a human relationship, a divine relationship, and the ways in which one helps me to better understand the other.
This is beautiful. -J
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