Gut Rock of Hell

Gut Rock of Hell

Psalm 119.54-55

 

Each morn begins with a standing up,

From slumbers somnolence in night’s hours;

Wakefulness beckons “Rise, rejoice, sup.”

Come into this day, move from buds to flowers.

 

Creator’s design includes the whole scene.

Our world’s brokenness cannot be forsaken.

What surface best portrays reality most clean?

Hell’s gut rock floor holds solid never to be taken.

 

Cosmos held in Creator’s hands includes heaven and hell.

Gracious presence undergirds our spiritual, physical world.

We must never allow brokenness or sin’s separation to dwell.

This moment’s all there is, our mission’s soon unfurl’d.

 

Dare the possibility of wholeness based upon truth!

Child of the Triune One not just a ‘nom deplume’.

Being purely one’s self includes honesty forsooth.

Death’s a reality this day, not hidden away in a tomb.

 

Making one’s way through the demands that present,

Asks for resources available, right at hand;

Self-assessment from within, without never resent.

Join the joyful servants, Word Made Flesh’s band.

 

Once it was noted, “Perfection is Good Enough.”

With another observation, “Good Enough Often Perfect.”

Low esteem, victimhood, lackadaisical attitudes, slough;

Make community of love, grace, mercy, your prayerful collect.

 

Culture evolves by the gathering of attitudes good and bad.

People strive for meaning, need regular acknowledgment.

Spirit constantly leads to a destination far from sad.

We co-create our daily life, Adversary’s rule prevent.

 

Breathe deeply of life’s abundant, verdant atmosphere.

Lift up your eyes to the loving gaze of the One who knows.

Strengthen resolve, set courses true based on grace not fear.

Keep Creator’s backpack full of what Spirit stows.

 

The Rev. Ronald Allen Melver, M.Div.

2 May 2013