Upon This Rock

1 Peter 3:15

Beloved, there is a hope
That I think might live
Beyond today, because
I can see it living
In you. So,

Beloved,
I want to ask if you
Can give an account,
Because I can still feel the warmth
Of the courtyard fire
And I remember,

Beloved, that hope is not
My only legacy.
So please tell me
Again about your faith,
Because I had seen him,
Known him, loved him,
Lived as one knowing
What it is to be

Beloved. Yet when
The Lord took on abuse
While doing what was good,
I feared that if
I identified with his flesh
And blood I might
Take on the same.

Beloved, you know
The truth, that it is his
Wounded flesh that we take on
As those covered
By his blood, and I know
That this is good,
But I can still feel denial’s sting,
So please,

Beloved, tell me again
About this hope
That is living in you.

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“This World Will Be Troy”

“I have been thinking about existence lately. In fact, I have been so full of admiration for existence that I have hardly been able to enjoy it properly . . . . I feel sometimes as if I were a child who opens its eyes on the world once and sees amazing things it will never know any names for and then has to close its eyes again. I know this is all mere apparition compared to what awaits us, but it is only lovelier for that. There is a human beauty in it. And I can’t believe that, when we have all been changed and put on incorruptibility, we will forget our fantastic condition of mortality and impermanence, the great bright dream of procreating and perishing that meant the whole world to us. In eternity this world will be Troy, I believe, and all that has passed here will be the epic of the universe, the ballad they sing in the streets. Because I don’t imagine any reality putting this one in the shade entirely, and I think piety forbids me to try.”

― Marilynne Robinson, Gilead (p. 56-7)