My comings and goings
have ended,
and I can now abide.
It has been a hard journey
under harsh suns
and through many winters.
My people were Greek,
much schooled in wisdom
which they little believed.
I have seen sorcery
in Antioch, Seleucia, and
Perga. But when
I heard Paul preach
those words that
ripped through my life
like a sudden desert wind
that collapses tents and
sends the horses scattering,
the Gospel's new weather
took dominion over
all deserts and barren hills.
Streams flowed forth
that would not be quenched.
Light poured and poured,
dissolving step by
measured step the
shadow of that cross
I have at last learned to bear
through earth's transformed
geography of grace.
