PARABOLA
it was always this
the anointed and the accuser
the christ and the satan
so I died, and my life is hidden
and creation groans for it to be revealed.
I fix my eyes on things above
swallowed in the see
summer crests the wave
cold foam cold brew
like pulling off the highway and parking above the ranch
to look over sunken mountains and valleys
descend into rest, descend and retreat
and I will refresh you, my love
when I fix my eyes I see
you hanging it all over me like a tapestry
the threads of our story intersect
you weave the full and the part together
it's called a parable
dip down to earth and back to heaven again
hallowed be your name.
thy kingdom come, thy will be done.
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