Be fruitful and multiply. Woven throughout the Word of God.
From the garden of Eden. And the covenant with Abraham. Into the new covenant. The Vine and branches.
The church.

Be fruitful and multiply. Woven throughout the Word of God.
From the garden of Eden. And the covenant with Abraham. Into the new covenant. The Vine and branches.
The church.
Motionless. I sit. In sunlight. Stilled by loss and grief spilling across screens and down streets. Through personal stories of friends and strangers. Hard and sad.
Bitter wounds. Raw pain rooted deep. Laid bare.
Motionless. I wait. Stilled by the scale of it. What are we to do? Hands rest, palms up.
Eyes lifted to open sky between tall trees.
Wordless cry to the One I trust.