Salvation
By what are you saved? And
how?
Saved like a bit of string,
tucked away in a drawer?
Saved like a
child rushed from
a burning building, already
singed and coughing
smoke?
Or are you salvaged
like a car part -- the one good door
when
the rest is wrecked?
Do you believe me when I say
you are neither salvaged nor saved,
but salved, anointed by gentle
hands
where you are most tender?
Haven't you seen
the way snow curls
down
like a fresh sheet, how it
covers everything,
makes
everything
beautiful, without exception?
~ Lynn Ungar ~
(Blessing the
Bread)
(left button to play, right button
to save)