Cast but a Glance, a poem by Elizabeth DeBarros
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Cast but a glance, not your pearls.
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How do I rend my heart
When I’ve only ever given garments?
—Far lesser things I might have afforded
If ‘twere not for chastening Divine.
♦
Mourning dove,
covered in ash;
thy bruisings go deep.
♦
O, Steady Hand, go before me,
Severe Mercy, perform your alien work.
When
Despair set low her bolts and bars
She blinded my eyes, thrust me asunder.
My spirit flagged, the flesh gave out.
By taking strength from other gods,
—‘twas Thee I had refused.
Now
I am caught; shorn,
listless from the winds and damp.
These markings — where did they come from?
Look away!
“It’s too hard, I must deserve this.”
But ev’n tears are cleansed of boasting
in Thy Presence.
♦
Canst thou hear Me singing?
Peer through the lock,
Thy vigorous captors are no more.
Arise,
Heaven’s flames extinguished, Fury’s quenched at last!
Lift up thine eyes; look about—
‘It is finished’
See!
—Cerulean skies; the temps are fair.
Thus
As My love, so My scars,
I AM
and ever shall be
Jealous
That My dwelling be found in thee.
Elizabeth DeBarros © 2011
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About the Author: Between homeschooling and homemaking, Elizabeth DeBarros finds time to study theology, laugh with friends, and share the love of God to as many she meets. At
Finding the Motherlode she writes to honor God by sharing her observations, meditations, and on rare occasion, her poetry. She resides in the foothills of the Blue Ridge mountains in Northern Virginia with her beloved husband, two sons, and their new kitten.
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