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Each One an Apocalypse

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I look up to hills

From the valley

It’s not that the rescue

Has to come from there

Though there are climactic moments when

Over the ridges

Everyone needed

And everything

Appears

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It’s that wherever from wherever

God is there

And it is God who rescues

Who swoops down

To carry us from battle

Takes us to water

Moving just enough

For a hand to fill

From which to drink,

Clean water played

Over wounds

We are better than we’ve felt for days

We are lifted up again

And taken to a home

Whose dimensions have been guessed at

But whose simplicity

In majesty

Is unknown ‘til we’re there

Where living’s perfect

And we are told

To stay

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Each has an Armageddon,

An apocalypse

The unprevaricated spirit

Manifest

With mortality and eternity

On either side

And through and through

Some have called trinity

But is the nature of the Lord

Relational

And relational with everything

Forever

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C L Couch

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