On the whole, my life is arcing toward God. ~ Miranda
It's not a straight line...it's an arc.
But it goes up. Sometimes, always?
Not obviously perhaps, when it's a line
flat on a page. But rainbows are arcs
and lift our hearts, make our eyes follow,
lead us to beauty. A welder's arc
is a tiny arc, energy jumping from heat
to heated, a beautiful creative process.
Arc is part of an arch, triumphant,
historic, an entry to a city, a church,
a future. It's not a straight line
but gives the impression God is in charge
and reassures us all is right in our world,
we're not in charge, but there's a Power
with inherent beauty waiting for us,
to arc to us, sending the power to change
from heat to heated, from heat to heart.
But it goes up. Sometimes, always?
Not obviously perhaps, when it's a line
flat on a page. But rainbows are arcs
and lift our hearts, make our eyes follow,
lead us to beauty. A welder's arc
is a tiny arc, energy jumping from heat
to heated, a beautiful creative process.
Arc is part of an arch, triumphant,
historic, an entry to a city, a church,
a future. It's not a straight line
but gives the impression God is in charge
and reassures us all is right in our world,
we're not in charge, but there's a Power
with inherent beauty waiting for us,
to arc to us, sending the power to change
from heat to heated, from heat to heart.
- Picture borrowed from Dezi Muse Rollins
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