The Image and the Journey

Imbued long before an infant’s first blink,
Goodness unveils in soft skin and wide eyes,
A blank scroll awaits words pressed into ink,
Entering endless promise and blue skies,
Attuned to a mother’s voice, joy, and surprise.

Irresistible as new fallen snow,
Silence blanketing sounds into stillness,
The story begins with a name bestowed,
That captures both moment and God’s Goodness,
Joyful first words inscribed in sheer ebullience.

Each breath, each season, keeps time and makes way,
Nudging life’s shadow round God’s sundial,
Darkening pages fill with progress and play,
A tale encounters flashes of smiles,
even when tears rain every once in a while,

Although season pass, they yearn in patience,
Until ready to weather replacement,
So too, the Goodness dwelling in nascence,
Slowly withdraws from sight in self-effacement.

A new chapter begins with a slow shift,
Supplanting the age of innocence,
Free will is given a choice to resist,
Walling Goodness within man’s inheritance,
Stone placed upon stone by our concupiscence.

But the first stone was placed by God not man,
Both cornerstone and Image wait within,
Since man cannot fathom what God has planned,
Even if the gates of hell were built-in,
The Image could flee if man repented his sin.

Now well aware of this fork in the road,
Ev’ry second of contemplation slowed,
Knowing the power, the cornerstone holds,
Few men chose rightly and forsaken their souls.

Many have chosen the road that is broad,
Hiding His Image within self-made man,
Sharing their pride for the sake of applause,
Rejecting God’s vision for their lifespan,
Unable to enter the Kingdom at hand.

Despite God’s rejection, He perseveres,
Expressly those in most need of Mercy,
His Spirit walks beside this mutineer,
Pursuing the blind refusing to see,
Resurrection is a possibility.

For the few that choose the road less travelled,
Accepting the cross that was given them,
Whose cornerstone wrecked their inner castle,
Abiding in Christ, enduring mayhem,
A crown awaits those who fail to succumb.

Joyful are those whose faith survive this fire,
Especially the courageous martyrs,
Grateful in prayer before they expire,
Becoming blood for soil; a gift of myrrh.

For those who forsake Satan’s temptations,
Who see light within in a foe’s castle,
The Kingdom welcomes this child’s devotion.

Our faith dares to seek God through His Image,
To heed this command is not for the timid.

Jesus replied: “‘Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.’ This is the first and greatest commandment. And the second is like it: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’ All the Law and the Prophets hang on these two commandments.”(Matthew 22:37-40 NIV)

by Chris Clody
11/23/20