From eternity to eternity,
With a stop at humanity.
Remember from where we came,
One day we return re-framed.
The good, the bad, and the ugly,
Woven together in beauty.
Each strand by itself isn't whole,
So much story knitted in soul.
Integrated into the present,
Let go of interpretation and resentment.
The future and all yet to be,
Past, present, future formed into one from three.
Redemption, restoration, reconciliation,
Bind together in eternity's present station.
About the Author: Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.
|Chalk art from journal sketch during worship today.|