7th Sunday after Epiphany

Mark 2:1-12

Hope spreads
Like the ripple of the waves
Flowing ever outward
On a still glass pond
Shattered
By the newness of life
Breaking the surface
Spreads
To the very corners of the lives
Awakened now
To hope
And bothered by change
Brought about by its intersection
With changelessness
Spinning out of control in points of question
And fear
Seeing only the now
As eternity
Still
The ripple of waves returns
Crossing the paths of death
With a newness of life
That
Even with all stillness returned
Is never motionless again
Take up thy bed
In this smooth clear sea
And walk
Amid the ripples