Where shall I look for reassurance of your love?
Every cloud in the sky is of your design;
the moon and stars flew hither on your breath,
the sun a molecule of fire from your throne –
yet none of them bear a fingerprint.
Not one of them is marked by bumps and grooves
and curls of tender caress.
The sun and the angels both are pure light;
the heavenly beings and bodies all glow,
but none of them are of dust and of air,
none of them are of earthy, gritty stuff –
of breath, blood and sweat – You care
for us, the dusty, weather-worn and small,
not glorious, but placed in rank near all
the wonders, angels, gods of life and light;
You’ve crowned us with your glory in your sight.
I will not promise you an easy life,
I will not shield you from all pain,
but woe to those who delight
in your suffering.
Their gleaming joy I will swiftly trample;
with a mighty roar I will storm their boasts.
My face is ever turned toward you –
tear for tear, I match your weeping.
I will be angry, fiercely angry
at the joy of your oppressors,
for how dare they pierce your heart
and laugh with glee!
Though I have yet allowed your trials
it is crucifixion to me;
you are my loved one, loved so dearly,
and I promise: you will be free.
Psalm 7:6-8 – “Arise, O Lord, in your anger; rise up against the rage of my enemies. Awake, my God; decree justice. Let the assembled peoples gather around you. Rule over them from on high; let the Lord judge the peoples. Judge me, O Lord, according to my righteousness, according to my integrity, O Most High.”
Psalm 8:3-5 – “When I consider your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars, which you have set in place; what is man that you are mindful of him, the son of man that you care for him? You have made him a little lower than the heavenly beings and crowned him with glory and honor.”
Written Oct. 2014, Emma Dumitra.
Photo credit: Nicole Rook.
It’s the last day of summer
and the sky is eternal.
This, the last day of freedom
so it seems,
so it seems.
Tonight, all are nocturnal.
Tonight, who of us will sleep?
For tomorrow will come
and I’ll laugh and I’ll sing,
for tomorrow will come
and who knows what great blessings
the great tomorrow will bring?
Written September 2011, Emma Dumitra.
Photo credit Nicole Rook.
The coming of goodbye draws nearer now
than ever it did,
and I feel a bittersweet pain.
To hail freedom, I must spread my wings
and leave you on the sodden earth,
and leave you on the trodden ground.
My faith alone I here retain
for the coming of goodbye
is a bittersweet pain.
Written April 2012, Emma Dumitra.
Image from www.v3im.com.