Saturday, August 28, 2021
Finally a respite from the torrent appears in Jeremiah’s prophecy.
With age-old love I have loved you; so I have kept my mercy toward you. Again I will restore you and you will be rebuilt.
There comes a moment when we can stand no more; and it is, gratefully, at that moment when the light pierces the darkness. It is, thankfully, at that moment when we hear our reprieve; and it is, mercifully, in that moment that there comes an awakening. Gates that held back emotion at last fly open. And we hear the good news of return.
Age-Old Love
Weary from the road, the faithful take refuge.
Worn by the journey, the remnant tumbles into uncertain shelter.
Still cowering beneath the whip of the uncaring, the dry-eyed seek cover to wait as the worst of the nightmares arrives.
Roaring winds of flying bits torment the skin and yet . . .
From the maelstrom comes the smallest of voices announcing the greatest of loves.
Seeking, searching, never tiring.
Calling, looking, always enduring.
For thus says the Lord . . . words whisper against the rising wind . . .
Again you will plant vineyards and gather in the wheat.
Once more you will strike the festal tambourine.
With dance and with song you will celebrate.
With reconciliation and with joy you will finally rest.
Behold, says the Lord . . . words curl into ears longing for respite . . .
I will bring you back.
I will deliver my faithful remnant.
I will heal your wounds and restore you to your place.
This I promise!
For with grain and with wine I restore you.
With infinite mercy I redeem you.
With an age-old love I have loved you.
As I love you still.
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