Echoes of the Divine #711

Echoes of the Divine In the velvet night, where past and present meet, Moses stands with tablets shattered at his feet. A covenant broken, a path steeped in doubt, A journey of faith, where shadows cast about. Parallel realms where time's embrace is slight, The Son of Man in rejection's cold blight. Priests in their piety, hearts veiled in night, Deny the truth shining, deny the light. Yet, upon Easter's canvas, a revelation is sown, In twilight's hush, a presence brightly shown. "Why are you troubled?" His voice gently asks, "Why do your hearts hide behind fearful masks?" "It is I myself," He declares, breaking night's bones, "A spirit has not flesh and bones as I own." This testament to resurrection, so profound, Bridges the chasm where doubt is found. A moment of divine intervention, a call to see, Invites us to ponder what belief can truly be. The texture of doubt, the reality of resurrection's song, Urges us to find where our hearts truly belong. In this confluence of divine and human reflection, We are called to find solace in resurrection's direction. To reflect on the divine intricately woven within, And embrace the echoes of the divine again. Written by Steven G. Lee (March 29, 2024)