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New Creation

  • Writer: Ruth Langley
    Ruth Langley
  • Aug 14, 2018
  • 1 min read

"Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, the new creation has come: The old has gone, the new is here!" 2 Corinthians 5:17

Careening shaft: wild, accurate.

I fall--

skin splits, quivering and hot.

You leave? You? Leave?

Is that love?

Or do you wait and watch me

die?

Is that worse?

Eyes flutter shut.

Death embraces.

Gasps choke, stopping.

Stillness.

Death.

But you’ve waited.

Watched me

with eyes spilling

anger, mercy, love.

Love.

You reach down.

Humble power.

Slowly, a new form follows

your hand, rising

out of corpse.

New creation.

Old dead;

New alive.

New has come!

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