Your blood in vermillion-stream
Colors our adoration.
Crimson cries arise, exalting the true King,
Transforming the atmosphere:
Now ether blushes praise-pink.
At other times, it’s whispers of gratitude,
Murmuring scarlet secrets known only to You.
Then, perhaps, it’s raised hands weighed down with rubies,
An overflowing mountain of riches: our inheritance in You.
Or rose-hued roars proclaiming Your sovereignty,
High King of Heaven, Creator of the Universe!
Moments when wine-stained lips struggle:
Where are the words to express the magnitude of this gift?
We raise the sacred cup and remember.
Our Rose of Sharon, matchless Prince, let Your beauty rest upon us.
~ Kathryn Kircher, poet
~ Cathy Schrock, mixed media artist
How to Stand
Did you know there is a proper way to stand? My physical therapist taught me "how to stand" at my last appointment. I laughed to think I needed to be taught how to stand at my age! One foot slightly ahead of the other, equal balance between my two legs, knees unlocked...
