By BRIAN MARSH
Evening comes
with open arms
to greet me
with open eyes
to sweep me
off my feet
and into the skies
to float on wings
of light and air
with sweetly
scented blossoms
of rose-petaled
planets and stars
surrounding me
encapsulating and
insulating me
comfortingly protecting
me from myself
lost
undone
as the sound
of a tree falling
in a forest is
lost
when there are no ears
to hear it
so i myself
remain encapsulated
lost
undone
and still
the air i breathe
is grace calling me
as evening comes
with open arms
to meet me
lost
undone
to find me
to wrap me
in a comforter of sweet
stars to rest before
another long dying
day dying to
my self
evening comes
patiently
graciously
welcoming me to rest before
the One who finds
me in lostness
who calms
me in restlessness
who holds
me in breathlessness
who frees
me to breathe
and rest
and trust
and sweep my fears
off their feet
and into faith
and hope
and love
and newness
of life
and awareness
and gratitude
i breathe
a sigh
of relief
of belief…
thank You.
(and happy thanksgiving to you ALL…b.)
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To see more of Brian’s writing, check out the Brian Marsh main page here at Make it Missoula. And for even more, check out his personal blog, Apocalypso Now .
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i’m a wanderer and a wonderer. a pastor who isn’t sure he’d attend church if he wasn’t pastoring one (and currently, i’m not), living with my unique and special family (my wife, Kirsten, and sons, Ian and Trevor) in a unique and beautiful place (Missoula, Montana). restless and lazy, usually amazed, always in process, i’m continually surprised and usually delighted at discovering the extraordinary in the ordinary, the ‘sacred’ in the ‘secular’, the shafts of light that sneak into the shrouds of darkness. i drum decently, surf poorly, love multicultural food, music, and community, and living in the ‘Zoo.
