In our brokenness, the Spirit moves.
Heart torn and scorned prepares for the dual –
when through the red living heart beats a whisper . . .
‘What would you have Me do to them child? What have I done for you?’
From the deep the answer rises.
Even if the embrace is not returned.
Help me let go.
Untie me from the ropes, bitter and binding Father.
Startle me with Your freedom.’
‘”Come now, let us reason together, says the Lord : though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they are red like crimson, they shall become like wool.’ (Isaiah 1:18 ESV)