Meditation on Isaiah
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"And God will be our beauty!"
The prophet said it.
"God our everlasting light!"
No more oppression, nor grief.
What a wild dream of hope!
Our inner being swathed with glory:
washed through, flushed out,
clean and free!
God the harmony of our minds;
God the image birther,
the pure drop,
the full, loving emotion,
the river of knowing
— the great adventure become real!
“And all people will be flowing
in deathless Life..."
What a place to be alive!
Earth, a humming community of song:
busy with God-sung beauty makers,
compassionate care-givers,
celebrators of each and all.
Neighbor sharing love
and sustenance with neighbor
and receiving the same again.
Gifts of love binding
soul to soul in love's freedoms!
It seems so simple,
so profoundly sane.
Just a slight shift
from our tiny cauldrons
of anguish and anger.
Just a little dying
to the dark and light
illusions of our selves.
Poem © Blake Steele 1996
Image © Blake Steele 2010
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