the future is backlit
by the rising Son of God
who paints the mountain-black clouds
redemption red in sacrificial blood
and dead new cut wheat is
gold with resurrection’s promise
flowing molten ‘cross the prairie
stirred to nervous dancing life
under laughing Spirit’s spring breath
while even the dark and craven things
glow beneath Creator’s crushing love
till cutting hate is press-purified
in the endless eternal embrace
Harnessing Chaos 