Everybody has a context that God uses to shepherd us toward hope. But it is never as we would prescribe. If you are in the valley or the harvest, growth in hope is ALWAYS better in the shared light of community.

THE PRISM

Indiscriminate Light

Variant beams land on the Left and on the Right.

Every scar and hammer receive equal beam.

Gracing faded glory, in colors not yet seen.

Some colors carve out valleys, days to disdain.

Others give like harvest, with endless fields of grain.

Unshakable Light

A purpose veiled for the wrong, and the right.

Prophets and Poets, all receive a proper share.

Who gets the fortune and who gets despair?

In long lean split mysteries, our shadows beg to shine.

When wishes get divided, by fractures and by lines. 

Boundless Light

Submission is abiding, in escapable flight.

All the jars are cracking, each one wanting to know.

Can those touched by darkness, trust the light, then wounds to show?

No one can escape it, a wisdom that is Just.

The deeper mercies found, when light shines upon the dust.

Lay it up to the Light

-B.Oaks