Whispering Hope - ~Forbidden Tales~ From Your Bright Future (#3)

A Theological Fantasy - Continued

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"So is it with the resurrection of the dead. What is sown is perishable; what is raised is imperishable. It is sown in dishonor; it is raised in glory. It is sown in weakness; it is raised in power."
- 1 Corinthians 15:42-43

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Celebrating My Resurrection Body...

Hey, friends, before I tell you about my adventures here, I thought I'd do a little more justice to the theme of living in a brand new body.

One resurrection day long ago, while I was still in my old, failing body, I wrote a poem.

I saved it (nothing good is lost) to share with you. I've re-cast it in the present tense, because I'm living it now, and I've added a few lines.

The poem captures a tiny bit of the joy I experience while living and writing these stories for you.

The Glorious Liberty of the Sons of God
Image courtesy of Thomas Budach and http://pixabay.com

I Write The Stories, Celebrating

I write the stories, celebrating,
my body newly reformed from the dust.
Jesus rose; now, so have I,
breaking new creative ground.

I write the stories, soaring,
crafting ships to ply the stars.
Treading faces of a million worlds,
footprints left on virgin soil.

I carve the truth, hammering
joyful glyphs into the faces of a thousand cliffs.
When rain has washed away the words,
I will pound them again into ten thousand more.

I spin the tales, whispering
wonder into children's ears,
elevating young minds
to the fearless expectation of glory.

I weave the legends, sailing
before the wind on vast and pristine seas.
Living every youthful fantasy,
Wresting every grown-up dream
from thought to vivid life.

I share the stories, telling
of the foibles of my past.
Laughing at pain now forgotten
in the light of endless perfect day.

I live the stories, experiencing
everything ever imagined, and more,
reveling in a future beyond present ken,
knowing it is all a gift.

I sing the ballads, showing
all who doubted that the promise lives.
Stroking instruments made with loving hand,
I elicit sounds never before heard.

I dance my lines, delighting,
tripping the light fantastic,
queens of brilliant thought in my embrace.
We collaborate ecstatically, creating
beauty beyond comprehension.

I shout the stories, building
worlds of living, loving wonder,
filling each day with praise for
the Creator who shares his life and joy
with creatures such as I.

I write endlessly, rejoicing
in great and precious promises,
fulfilled anew every morning.
Jesus, with all his beloved;
filling the universe with love.

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Willie Nelson sings "I'll Fly Away"

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Next time; stories of an adventure or two here in the Glory...

To be continued...

© 2017, Duncan Cary Palmer. All rights reserved.

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~FIN~

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