space, grace

I’m familiar now

With the ways space can grow, stall,

Contract, and disappear,

The fluctuating between,

Resting on a fixed covenant,

Resting on Adamant Grace.


We can say, together,

“We don’t have it all together.” and

“We’re together.” and

“We’re holding it together.” and

“He’s holding it together.”


Jer. 1:10-12


I have put my words in your mouth.



I have set you this day

over nations and over kingdoms,

to pluck up and break down,

to destroy and to overthrow,

to build and to plant.


What do you see?

I see an almond branch.

You have seen well,

For I am watching over my word

To perform it.


I can be a pedant.

Splitting ant hairs setae.

Faulting the colony for the clumsy gait of a (sacrificial) worker.

Trampling the hill for its (beautiful) irregularities.


Now I just need to recognize and release (not analyze) the fear that I’ve chosen to excavate.


Oh Lord,

Tend to my inner chambers

and heal to immediate perfection incremental shalom.


Thanks for the post Seth.