hope in the new breath that comes.
Pressed into the moments that lie before us,
we are bearing no heavy burdens today.
There are things going on everywhere we look,
much ado about so much.
The lines on our brow are a textured map
of deep thoughts, measured.
We have lifted up our hands like autumn leaves.
We have turned golden, red, and brown
under the pressure of elements that keep coming.
We are letting the things we know, drift outwards,
we are allowing our spirit to be felt and sown.
There is a kingdom within you have said
and the children inherit.
Earthly treasure cannot come close in comparison
to what is already in the field.
Would we be willing to sell all things for
such a fine pearl?
We would be willing to come if we saw you
on the horizon, beckoning.
But you have called to us from within, not far off.
It is time to rest into the kingdom you have placed here.
It is time to find the compassion that grows.
It is time to lean into the prayer that holds us.
It is the right time for such things
to bear us into your inner court.
We are the treasure you have been
Photography - Petra
Listen to Beautiful Jesus by Melissa Helser