Welcome

Resurrect myself,

Through the points of light

Shooting through the dirt,

Through my fingertips.

Yes, I know,

No-man’s land is no place

For optimism or happy talk.

My house is covered with tears,

Falling from the sky.

My God reigns—I can’t deny it.

But he is yours and theirs, too.

Everyone can accept the invitation.

Come as you are,

And drink plentifully

Of the river of life.

Yes, you. Whoever you are.

You are welcome.

Author: Gordon S. Bowman III

Writer, Visual Artist, Blogger

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: