The axe is at the root The flame ignites the fire Says the word, wields the sword By means of Ancient breath The heat is splitting deep Underneath the lung, intestine Ash inside, buried, hide By means of internal breath The smoke inhales our lies The wasteland heaps our image The stump below, smolders slow By means of Judgement’s breath And still, we dare to speak Repeat a tomb-ed liturgy For what and why: to gain? to lie? By means of empty breath Poured out the blood of heaven The earth drips with his life Behold the sigh, ascends on high By means of Holy breath Today, we breathe unfettered Forgetting axe and fire Remembering not, what His word bought The fruits of freedom’s breath
REFLECT
on the Words that God first gave to us. Meditate on the Truth that has made any of our words mean anything…
READ Matthew 3:8-10
READ Matthew 10:14-15
READ Matthew 27:45-54