Passages

On Considering Matthew 24

A Poem by Laura McCullough


You will hear wars;

rumors of wars.

Drum beats

like raindrops on

some ancient tin,

heavy mascara

tears that stained

a good blouse, pounding

bare feet down

roads of perdition;

and worse. Silence.


See that you are not troubled.


The flutter of

a wounded bird: troubled.

Some strained and murky

middle place of curses

crushed in the

millstone and wings

to the wind like chaff.

Dogma dismantled,

hearts dismayed,

a people all together

unmade.


And yet, not the end.


Rise, rising, Risen.

Nations drowned in

derision and altars all

on salted ground. These

kingdoms, their liege

of circumstance and air,

move the border

stones and rend

the soil even

as we stand. But

deep wounds make

room for deeper

roots.


There will

be famine and quake.


All that can will shake.


To all the feasts

we may never see,

the Earth gathers

in her least, clutched

to a breast unhewn

and heaving.

Every tattered

dress and voice

gone quiet a

pebble in her

avalanche.


Only the beginning.


The burden of a feather;

help and hating tangled

up in being, weaving

lives from ashes.

Faces kiln-burnt from

the forging of our

idols.


But for His Name.


Hope. Vows

spoken and souls

unbroken, cast

against the swell.

Those gasping death and

once rolled under,

grasping now,

embrace the tide.

His blood and His water

saying follow, as

they fall from His side.


Drawing us

up and over the

biting breath of a

surface called

sanctified.


My Shadowlands

were never healed

with time,


stitches,

sutures, or

wired lines,


but His Word

closing chasms

with oil and wine;


a Blood poured

out that

wasn’t mine.





Laura R. McCullough is an artist and writer happily nestled with her family in the North Georgia mountains. A “lover of faith and believer in what is beautiful,” she and her husband work in ministry and music in their community.  Laura uses her writing and mark making to explore how the music of language can express things we are unable to say.  Her work has been published in journals such as Rattle Magazine, The Blue Mountain Review, Right Angle, Solum Press, Vessels of Light, Wild Roof Journal, and The Way Back to Ourselves. Her artwork is featured in several regional museums and galleries.


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