Wednesday Festival: Interpreted by Love

Driftwood

washed up

left high and dry

but telling the story

of storms

and turbulence

of erosion

and carving out

weathered and worn

intriguing

brought to life

though organically dead

bleached and weathered

drawing speculation

and interpretation

but retaining mystery

for none can really know

the journey

whose ending

has culminated

in beauty.

None can know

but there is room

for gratitude.

And the cross that Jesus bore - 

did it take on another life?

Did it wash up on some other shore, 

bleached clean,

redeemed

hosting new life

and new possibility

and telling a whole other story?

Redeemed in cleansing water

released to recreate

another life giving story

a story of love.

Liz Crumlish Lent 2012

Today's festival poem is by Liz Crumlish at journalling.  Please share your thoughts here or on the original post.