Submitted by frlarry on Sat, 07/30/2016 - 12:21


  • I will be standing there in front of you on the rock in Horeb. Strike the rock, and the water will flow from it for the people to drink. [Ex 17:6]
  • Once more he measured off a thousand, but there was now a river through which I could not wade; for the water had risen so high it had become a river that could not be crossed except by swimming. [Ez 47:5]
  • I will remove the stony heart from their bodies, and replace it with a natural heart. [Ez 11:19]
  • I will put sinews upon you, make flesh grow over you, cover you with skin, and put spirit in you so that you may come to life and know that I am the Lord. [Ez 37:6]



Do not fear the coming battles, 
     nor shun the ominous sounds of tumbling and colliding stones.
For all will lose the comfort of their first beds 
     in the urging waters of the river of grace.

And do not expect the spectral lines of justice 
     to stand in bold relief amidst the mottled greys of crushed stones; 
   though you may discern the tell-tale streaks of black and white, 
     it’s only a trick of the shadows.

Oh, yes. These stones will crash and crack and crumble, 
     leaving only fear filled fragments of long dead expectations...

...and... and, what? 

Perhaps the real us, the clay masks removed, 
     the part that is not the figure of a king left as dust upon the ancient earth. 

For, had these stones remained in... tact, 
     and then received the breath of God 
     what bleached bones could grow sinews and stand before his throne?