the purple shoebox covered in dirt ..

today is a gorgeous day
yet
a faint odour of death tinges the atmosphere
just there
in the shadows next to those rosebushes
in a purple shoebox wrapped in a many-coloured scarf

young
mourning for their young
youth
troubled youth
struggling with life as it is
without a home
watching the dirt

there's a child in that purple shoebox wrapped in a many-coloured scarf
michael

her sad croons of sadness
and love
" i love you michael " ..

mother lost in the deathly shadows
father hiding .. mask on

there was a closure of some sort i'm sure
but there will never be closure until death is destroyed

children burying their children
how cruel is that  ?
it cries out ..
   nay screems
for mercy
for justice
 for goodness
for
love

for
reconciliation

it's coming
praise God ! it's coming
on the way now even as i write these words

i am too restricted
too constricted
too confined
too damaged in my broken creation
to understand it all
too damned naive too ..

Lord Messiah Jesus pains
even in the pursuit of that reconciliation
as he watches the dirt fall on the purple shoe box

michael will live again

but the bondage of death is suffocating
can't breathe
can't think
can't speak
.. numb
it's everything life is not

reconciliation
Jesus
life
   from death
hope
   out of tragedy
love
   rising in a blaze from the ashes
      of the purple shoebox

reconciliation of everything cosmos
and God will be all in all
IAmThatIAm will dwell with us and be our God
we his people
age upon age

allelujah !

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2 stars a cross 3 small flowers
and a purple shoebox covered in dirt