The Trace of Jesus

A roar and a tumble,
The fear is setting in.
Jesus is walking the earth.
Soon the fear will end.
A peck and a drop,
The years are pouring down,
Jesus is washing the earth.
Soon the years won’t be found.
A flash and a stroke,
The beauty of its force.
Jesus is touching the earth.
Soon the beauty will emerge.
A flood and a storm,
The event has taken place.
Jesus was speaking to us.
Now the event has left a trace.

8-21-1990 Tuesday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: the memory