I wrote this poem many years ago.  Pastor Jeremy recently completed a sermon series titled “Connecting the Dots,” which started at the beginning of the Bible and God’s story of his interactions with people, and ended with Jesus, his death and resurrection.  My poem also covers this time period.  I didn’t know how to keep the poetic format, but all the words are here.

We Thirst

We thirst!  Lost and weary we seek a place of rest.  Hot sands burn the thirst to the depths of our souls.  A shadow cools the desert.  The Rock towers over us.  A whisper cracks the Rock — with thunder water pours into a river.  We drink and live.  We rejoice and feast — celebrate life and a new beginning.

Two become one, flesh of my flesh — bone of my bone.  A marriage feast; we celebrate with wine, with song and dance.  A shadow quietly falls over the feast; the wine is no more.  “Do as he tells you.”  Stone jars are filled with water, out pours the wine.  We drink and rejoice.

Until another feast — a cup of wine is lifted up — “Drink, this is my blood.”  A shadow looms high on a hill — from a wooden cross the cry is heard, “I thirst!”

The Spirit and the bride say, “come!”  And let him who hears say, “come!”  Whoever is thirsty. Let him come,  and whoever wishes let him take of the free gift of the water of life.

by Judith DeVilliers

Rev. 22:17

Added more dot connection with Pentecost poem (again not in poetic format)

Unity Restored

Words break.  The tower crumbles into the darkness.  Languages separate nations.  As they go into all the world.  The dust settles in a long silence.  Until finally a loud cry is heard, “It is finished!”  Day turns to night.  They wait in an upper room.  A loud wind stirs the flame.  Many languages birth the Bride.  As she goes into all the world.

Judith DeVilliers

So while adding poetry to this blog post I will add my poem of creation (the beginning of connecting the dots).

His Love

His kiss was warm and the sun gently breathed on the  barren earth.  His embrace was tender and the rain softly touched the dormant seed.  His love was strong, and the earth brought forth the grains, and herbs, and fruits.  And it was good.

Judith DeVilliers