November 28, 2010
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A Symbol Reformed
Swallowed by the shore, I’m bathing in the dawn.
Life and bread are joined. Hearts now beat as one.
Blood flows freely through me. It warms my veins and soul.
Your majesty latches to me. It stands like a totem pole.
You, my God, are statuesque—a pillar of beautiful bone.
Awesome beyond recognition—your works—fully unbeknown.
I marvel at your greatness. You flicker like a star.
I tremble at your thunder and mercies left ajar.
How blessed am I to taste the goodness of your hand.
How fortunate to wash myself in the purity of this man!
For I am clay. I crack and break in a dry and desolate state.
But, my God cleanses me with water. He moistens this arid slate.
Write on me Dear God—I’m a tablet prepared for words.
Encrypt upon my heart a poem of powerful verbs.
Stamp me with your seal. Pour hot wax upon my form.
I want to be embalmed with you—a symbol called reformed
-Kimberly Willingham
Deuteronomy 11: 18-19
Fix these words of mine in your hearts and minds; tie them as symbols on your hands and bind them on your foreheads. Teach them to your children, talking about them when you sit at home and when you walk along the road, when you lie down and when you get up.
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