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Lifted Up
The brazier from the accusers’ angry court
Reappears on Galilee’s homely shore
To cook a little fish from that great catch
And bring back Peter from the dark sea’s depths.
An angel flies from cold and empty tomb
With rush of wind – the day of Pentecost –
To touch his speechless lips with glowing coal
And so release the love that burned within.
The flame of praise was never silenced then,
Ready at all times to express the hope,
The living certainty of life beyond
The paradigm of severed ear and death.
Covering my face from love’s now open heart,
Covering my shame, I make a fledgling’s start.
© Chris Fewings 2008
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