Sunday, July 12, 2020

The Mystery of Saint Etienne

Several years back, I worked on a book titled The Mystery of Saint Etienne. I never finished it. It was a book of prosetry; in other words, a book that used the techniques of poetry to tell a story in prose. I was inspired by the works of Calvin Miller, particularly The Song and The Singer, a retelling of Christ's story in an alternative reality. Great books.

Anyway, here's an excerpt from my unfinished book. It seemed fitting for these times.

From The Mystery of Saint Etienne

Between reason and faith, we make our way through a hard world with edges sharp enough to wound the unwary. Oh Lord guide our steps.
Faith is what we hold, a lamp to light our way and to let blind eyes see. Oh Lord let Your light shine on us.
Between what is and what should be, we are stretched, a cord between two black horses. Oh Lord send to us Your mercy.
Heaven is our hope in this world without hope. Oh Lord may we bring hope as You brought hope unto us.
Between the precipice and the fall, we take faltering steps, children lost in the dark woods. Oh Lord give us a lodestone that points to You.
Here we stand unclean in our souls and dark of hearts. Oh Lord send to us Your cleansing rain.
Oh Lord we are fallen but You lift us up.
Oh Lord we are scattered but You gather us.
Oh Lord we are unworthy but You take us.
We raise hands to You, a thousand thousand tongues give unto You praise, and the rocks and hills and dales resound with voices that cry,
Hosanna,
Hosanna,
Hosanna.

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