The Consuming Fire

Heart shaped splash

Sin is a droplet

Sin is a droplet turned steam,
Barely approaching Mercy’s flame,
Like darkness found by sunbeams,
God delights in all repentant claims,
Quickly banishing whatever blame,
“At Last!” His image now reclaimed.

Merciful, forever, merciful,
God and love shines one in the same,
A shoulder to the remorseful,
Holding our hand when we’re unable.

Faith, hope, and love give us soulrest
Deep within Messiah’s cradle,
We emerge baptized, wet and grateful to bless.

The doomed droplet mists a saving rain,
Death becomes life when repentance gained,
Knowing that in Christ there is no shame,
This excited bride awaits her Husband to claim.
…if we but turn and believe the reason He came.

“Cast thy care upon the Lord, and he shall sustain thee: he shall not suffer
the just to waver for ever.”

(Psalm 55:22 Douay-Rheims Bible)

by Chris Clody

Dark Nights. Children. Borders.

thumbnailCA5K87RRHope and hurt enslave my energy.  Humanity totters on the fulcrum between beauty and despicable in each advancing moment. At times I feel voiceless except for the prayers screaming from unknown depths of my soul.  At the end of the day, I ponder in disbelief at the crimes against humanity while the shame of our bought government petulantly politicizes everything. Dear God…what have we become? Your patience baffles me…as does your mercy to allow us to choose rightly. Life’s greatest joy and invaluable asset, children, have become simple pawns of a political brinkmanship.  Another minute passes as tiny, orphaned hands reach blindly out into the abyss of our dimming light of charity. If you have a faith tradition and profess to be children of Charity, then what is being said in your temples, churches, and mosques? If you are estranged to faith or even atheist, look deeply into their innocent eyes and imagine sending them away…

I believe we have a legacy of love to create, maintain, and leave before our light goes out.

Love your neighbor,


Dark Night


Despondent as I may be,
My soul will not close,
For Hope lights this cave,
Welcoming God’s charity.
Yet, it’s not my light,
But of Grace that saves…

To confront discouragement,
These thorns of a rose,
Lining Death’s cold grave,
Pricking minds incessantly,
Yet fear takes to flight,
From the life Christ gave.

Gladly wrapped in restlessness,
Blameless in His clothes,
By forgiveness craved,
I wait for Him patiently,
His glorious sight,
Saving the depraved.

silent thought

By Chris Clody 7/18/14