Friday, October 12, 2018

The God Who Hears

Lady Wisdom crouches in the street,
Looking around herself in horror
At the carcasses of truth strewn about her
Like the countless abortions of the innocent which bear our guilt
So truth lies in the street
Rejected, dismembered, despised

Weeping, she gathers them to herself
Holding them in her arms
She looks up to the sky
And bellows a guttural cry,
"WHY?!?"

The primal, soul-shrieking cry of a mother,
Who has stumbled upon her dead child
"WHY?"

It echoes through the street 
And rises through the clouds
Reaching the throne of heaven

The rotting carcasses of truth in her hands,
She reaches toward the sky displaying them
Listlessly dangling in all their horrific glory
As if giving an offering to a god who does not hear
"LOOK!" she demands
"Look and see what has become of truth!"

As if we could demand anything from God
As if God cannot hear our cries
As if God cannot see our tormented hearts

A fleeting moment of hopelessness tries to force its way in
But her tears of grief push back like insistent waves  
From an ocean of sorrow, but not of despair
No, but the smoldering sorrow of yet-realized hope

Surrounded by death
And the darkness of men's hearts
Hope holds out
Grief, horror and angst woven together 
In one last strand of hope
Hope in the One Who sees

In one, hushed moment
All of creation looks up with tear-stained cheeks
The longing of a thousand years and a thousand hearts
Mended in a moment
As the light breaks forth from above
The force of restoration driving downward through the clouds
As the blinding rays of light 
Hit each limp carcass of truth
It rises up

Truth begins to rise
Life is Given 
Light shines forth
Yes, truth arises
Lady Wisdom stands
Vindicated by the God Who hears

"So justice is driven back,
and righteousness stands at a distance;
truth has stumbled in the streets, honesty cannot enter.
Truth is nowhere to be found, 
and whoever shuns evil becomes a prey.
The Lord looked and was displeased
that there was no justice.
He saw that there was no one,
He was appalled that there was no one to intervene;
so His own arm achieved salvation for Him,
and His own righteousness sustained Him...
Arise, shine, for your light has come,
and the glory of the Lord rises upon you.
See, darkness covers the earth
and thick darkness is over the peoples,
but the Lord rises upon you
and His glory appears over you."
(Isaiah 59:14-16; 60:1,2)

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