The following poem, "Impossible," was my own creation, written from the inspiration of Acts 2, especially verse 24.
IMPOSSIBLE
Eternity is in the next breath you take,were you to notice, in even so little a thing as the blink of an eye.
Christ waits, watches, the Attending One.
You and I, we squander mostly the time as it passes,distracted by what, the flies and gizmos of life.
Yet, sitting across from you, close by, it’s as if he leans in,and dips his head ever so slightly forward as though to indicate, “I know you can believe! I know you can accept new life!”
Christ is there spilling out life and light like the power that exploded theuniverse into being looking to you, with bright eyes and unquenchable hope that… you and I… will… catch… on.
She is there, Oh don’t miss her in the visions you see and the dreams you dream.
We all find ways to push them away, those hopeful indications of your next chance to love, to believe, to live in joy.
Spirit calls to your spirit beyond your words and your intellect.
Spirit moves among you with energy you never knew you could have.
She is there like the water we swim in, the air we breath, the light by which we see.
For as close to you as your next breath, Eternity lives.
You don’t have to conjure it up, you don’t have to justify it, or explain it, or earn it…
No it’s inexplicable and mysterious.
Just Is.
The wholeness of God who lived and died and lives again.
There.
The watchful attending nudges you to faith.
Awaiting only your acceptance.
Forsake the worries and the sins that grind us into the ground.
Forsake the fears and the hatreds that tempt to define us.
Forsake the expectations and ruminations of lost resources and people you and I wished we had, but don’t.
Forsake the enticements of lesser gods and things contrary to the love of God, for anything less will in turn forsake you.
The Eternal Possible is as close as your next breath.
This Possible will nudge your future into places you couldn’t believe if told.
Christ’s confidence will get you there rewiring the circuitry of hope.
The faithfulness of God will be there with you, filtering through your
impossibilities for the next appearance of Possible!
I would like to live out this poem.
Posted by: Luci Kegley | 05/14/2011 at 08:18 AM