The Fragile World


It is pleasing to look beyond the hill,
to the East, where Eden lies.
Hope roots there. Faith,
in small measure and great,
faces East like a child with outstretched hands.
But the promise of things hoped for,
the possession of things not held,
is all the proof there is.

Thank God that no one returns
from beyond the hill
to pale imagination
with reports of tracks and soot in the snow.
The world is too fragile
for an imperfect God.
The world is too fragile
for a perfect God.

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