Whoever has my commandments and observes them
is the one who loves me.
And whoever loves me will be loved by my Father,
and I will love him and reveal myself to him.
—John 14:15-21
What is the word for us except its keeping?
No ornamented columns to a facade
but piers sunk deep into the earth and deeper
until they strike the bedrock of our God.
And who can know the length of such a burrow?
The blind worm does not work by plan and chart
but digs ‘til all he does becomes a furrow.
As seeds spring up behind, he finds God’s heart.
So then I know this road but in the walking;
I only know my loves in loving them.
What does it matter that I walk in darkness?
This is the way to New Jerusalem.
We hold your word, a mystery unfolding,
and we unfold ourselves to its commands.
This road can lead me nowhere but your holding;
I walk the darkness cupped within your hands.
Vincent van Gogh – Wheatfield with crows – Google Art Project, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=22621755
Kate Bluett 