Monday, January 01, 2007


My rabbi made outlandish claims;
"The Father and I are one."
Imagine that,
the sculptor of the Grand Canyon,
a twelve-year old boy
being scolded for
wandering too far.
I don't know what's
more unfathomable
the receding Pacific Ocean
or the mercy of its creator.
I can more easily
wrap my mind around
the red rocks of Sedona
than I can a fresh attitude
exploding within my chest.
Even as I ponder this
I hear the preacher's words,
"It's never too late to be
what you might have been."
But, then again the Nazarene
also said, "I make all things new."
Indeed He has.
My heart and this day.

--Shenandoah Lynd



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