Four
A POEM
O God of love, Your Kingdom is a beach
with gold sand —
each grain an act of mercy —
where we build our relationships,
like castles
shining in the sun of Your glory.
O God of love, Your Kingdom is a new language,
not dependent on sounds or characters,
whose meaning is transmitted directly
from heart to heart
like Your Word to us in Christ.
O God of love, Your Kingdom is a family reunion,
a gathering of distant relatives
who’ve never met,
a joyful flocking of Abraham’s true
descendants,
related through Christ’s blood.
O God of love, Your Kingdom is an
inner city demolition crane
knocking down the monuments of prejudice,
clearing away all rubble of our false divisions
to create a pasture where lambs and lions
lie together.
O God of love, Your Kingdom is that
eternal moment
when the scales are shed from our eyes
and we can look fresh-faced into the
nucleus of love
and not go blind.
© 1986 New Oxford Review. All Rights Reserved.
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