Come, Creatures of Heaven

Come, Creatures of Heaven

(“But thanks be to God, who gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.” 1 Corinthians 15:57)

Come, creatures of heaven, children of the light,
stand upon this earth with your damages uncovered.
Let the sun and the rain knit and unstain your holy wounds;
the breeze hides your sobriquet the Father has called you by
from moments before He spoke the first spark to begin
solid and liquid, gaseous and ethereal; material and spiritual.

He has called you the pet name above all names.

Walk; see the bent age of the longer follow,
watch the quick step of the newly graced,
and measure your own pace by the Hand of Him
who knows the words the world has pierced you with,
and replaces epithets of jealousy with mercy’s signature.

There, march upon this earth, between the paths of mere man,
the footprints of liberation, whose bruises are their badges,
whose tears are their trophies, and whose pain for the Name
most precious leave breathless those who have chosen the
easier way.