The Gospel's Quiet Revolution* #493

The Gospel's Quiet Revolution In silent corners where truths whisper, A paradox blooms, rich and deeper. The Gospel stands, simple yet complex, A celestial irony, its framework, its reflex. Not with clamor does its wisdom speak, But in serene tones, for the humble, the meek. Strength in vulnerability, wisdom in grace, Honor found in the lowest place. A mirror to the soul, the Gospel reflects, Beyond what eyes see, the heart detects. Urging souls to shed the ego's heavy cloak, Transcending physical bounds, the spirit to evoke. In divine inversion, values are flipped, Enlightenment’s path, through the Gospel, is scripted. The overlooked cherished, the insignificant grand, In weakness, a strength that firmly stands. Called to a dance of divine grace, Moving beyond time and space. The Gospel, a beacon in tempest’s roar, Guiding to wisdom's shore. Embrace the paradox, the divine call, To live beyond the surface, stand tall. Finding depth in what the world ignores, Beauty in divine wisdom that forever endures. In this quiet revolution, find your worth, Not in fleeting accolades of earth, But in the dance of love and light, The Gospel's revolution, quiet yet bright. Written by Steven G. Lee (March 6, 2024)