In the Crossing Season

A triptych

Birches sing of God’s glory

Golden leaves raining

Columns white spread fingers

Toward skies of storm blue and grey:

The might and power of Him on display.

I press close, crowd in

Seeking fellowship like young trees do;

My gold and silver an offering –

Beauty broken like an alabaster jar,

Costly steps upon a long and winding road.

This is what I know:

In sun-rays through singing branches

A revealing of a heart tempered

Through autumnal fire and travailing tears

Somehow,

Still,

As light and bold as a magpie wing

Soaring.

Author’s Note:

I’ve been teaching some of my art students about visual communication these last several weeks and it got the braincells itchin’ and twitchin’. Usually, one mode of delivery has primacy: either the art is at the forefront, or the text is. I wondered… what would happen if they were combined in a way that they were both intrinsic to the whole? I enjoyed the experiment. Perhaps I’ll do more diptychs and triptychs in the future!

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