Psalm 2:11

“Worship the Lord with reverence and rejoice with trembling.”

Ridge line trees almost barren.
Still, a few leaves cling
to a vestige of hope.
Silhouetted on the rise
against the clear blue sky
on a warm November day.
Thanksgiving.

We move through the seasons.
We traverse the face.
At breakneck speed around an axis we spin;
Closer then farther.
Closer than further…
from the Son.

If by design and not by choice-
closer we be
and not spinning free
would we be
down on our knees,
fearful and thankful to be hiding?
Or,
would we be
standing blinded with sunburned faces?

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