Brightness Of The Expanse

He came that you would have life

In him you live, move, and have your being

Do you not see?

He wants to have pleasure through you

He wants you to play in his surf

He yearns to climb his trees

He wants the pleasure of good food

He wants to make babies through you

All things are for his good pleasure

Is that so much to ask?

That you would have joy?

So what if it sometimes hurts to love?

Is not the wonder of love greater?

Let him gaze at his stars

Let him reach out and touch himself

In you, in me, in him and her

Let him create through you

Let him heal through you

Let him raise the dead through you

Let him display his splendor in you

Treasures in earthen vessels

Brothers to the Son

Who is God in the flesh

His handiwork, his body

His hands and feet in creation

Out of the grave

Out of the Holy of Holies

Out of the belly: rivers of living water

He is in you

Let him out!

Let your light shine, let yourself live

Naked and unashamed in the garden they were

Clothed only in glory

Shame is nailed to a tree

Life himself is off the tree

Love himself is out of grave

And in you

To shine

Like the brightness of the expanse

Through you

Out into all creation

Stephen Pursell, 9/04