Lava Rock

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How can it be that magma heat
loses its liquid burn? How
can fiery froth turn cold,
molten bubbles no longer
bursting in a rolling boil?
Your zealous glow has cooled, aloof now
and indifferent, your white-hot hue
frozen into dull darkness, igneous and basaltic,
your dynamic flow turned
static, all the little holes
hardened into airy rock, not much
weight, negligible influence on
any scale. Burn again.
Burn.

Because you have this faith, I now remind you to stir up that inner fire which God gave you.

– 2 Timothy 1:6 (Phillips)

(for this poetry prompt at tweetspeakpoetry.com)

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Most times I tend

to forget there’s no wall,
anywhere or ever,
no brick wall or iron bars
so tall it reaches all
the way to the sky

but this truth I tend
to forget unless I look
up.

“This is what the Lord of Heaven’s Armies says: All this may seem impossible to you now, a small remnant of God’s people. But is it impossible for me?” says the Lord of Heaven’s Armies.
(Zechariah 8:6)

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(For the “Looking Up” PhotoPlay challenge due Nov. 16. Join us!)

Where Light Shines

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After all,
there’s no such thing
as a sharply defined
horizon line. Tomorrow
is always blurry.
When I can’t see ahead
too clearly, perhaps
it’s because God is
shining His light more
brightly right here.

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(Photos are part of this set on my flickr account, submitted for this month’s “contre-jour” PhotoPlay at The High Calling.)

(Also linking with Ann Voskamp this week as she hosts a community of those who share about “The Practice of Faith.” Click on the Holy Experience badge below to read (on Wednesday) more posts on Faith!)

Level-Headed Red

They say red is hot-headed
fiery and volatile.

On the contrary, hers
is the longest wavelength,

her frequency of peaks and troughs
is, of all colors, least.

She is calm, even-keeled,
slow to trough, slow to peak.

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(For the combination PhotoPlay and poetry prompts at The High Calling and T.S. Poetry)