To An Old Friend

A Poem By Hannah D. // 8/8/2018

The first word of my Bible
Is bereshith, in Hebrew.
Or what I read: 'In the beginning.'
Bereshith. Its got a nice ring to it.
Like: Welcome to the beginning
Of something great.

I like the way God calls
His people. Like when He tells Moses,
          'IS HOLY GROUND.'
I wonder if, in those first few moments,
Moses could have imagined what was in store for him.
The plagues. The crossing. Standing in the presence of God,
Pleading for a stiff-necked people.
His own glimmering face. His own transformation
Into the man God planned for him to become.

I choke up whenever I read David's lament,
Mourning for Absalom.
Or when The Shunammite Woman
Replies to Elisha's promise, that she will have
A son -
'Nay, my lord. Do not lie to thine handmaid.'
How often have I felt like that!
Don't lie to me to assuage my
Emotions. To get my hopes up (again)
Might be too
To bear.

I don't remember when
I got my Bible. But last month
The front cover fell off
(An event I had been expecting
For weeks). So I got some duct tape
(Pink, with black polka dots)
And refurbished the whole cover.
I like the way it looks.
Feminine. Homespun. Loved. Well worn.

The scene in Acts I most look forward to reading
Is always when an exasperated Festus
Explains his prisoner to Agrippa.
'There's a dead guy - Jesus -
'And Paul says he's alive.
'Now the people want to kill him.'
Then Paul, with his characteristic sangfroid:
'I am not insane, most excellent Festus.'

When Brother Andrew
Met with Christians of the underground
In Romania,
They were separated by language.
Their only means of communicating
Was to exchange verses, each
Of his own version. Starting the conversation,
Of course, with various epistolary greetings:
'Grace and peace to you!'
'I thank my God always for you in my prayers.'

I want to know my Bible like that.
To communicate, to think, to breathe
In terms of Scripture. It's remarkable to think
That by knowing it we can get to know
Our Creator. Our King. Our Judge. Our Father.

I have many more things I wish to chat about
But would not write with pen and ink.
Instead I shall visit you shortly
That our joy may be full.

I love that, too. But for now I need
To go pray as Hannah did -
Desperate, tearful, trembling
- Then stand up, wash my face,
Break my fast,
Change my countenance,
And still my heart.
Because we serve a God
Who has woven together
An epic for the ages.
An epic called 'The Book.'


I drop by and see something

I drop by and see something from you and decide to read it, and I like this! Good to read something from you again. This is something i've been thinking about lately too--about wanting to know the Bible more. I like your ending.

Lucy Anne | Thu, 08/09/2018

"It is not the length of life, but the depth of life." Ralph Waldo Emerson

Megan! Good to hear from you

Megan! Good to hear from you too! :) Thanks so much for stopping by and reading. :)

Hannah D. | Fri, 08/10/2018

"Reason itself is a matter of faith. It is an act of faith to assert that our thoughts have any relation to reality at all." - G. K. Chesterton


Thank you for writing this. I liked how you wove the stories from the Bible, Brother Andrew, and yourself all into this one piece. It engaged my attention and my emotions and my heart; all in all, it is one factor in many that God has been using recently to inspire me to be hungry and to "breathe in terms of Scripture", as you put it so well. So thank you.

Libby | Fri, 08/10/2018

“The gospel alone is the power of God unto salvation.
Therefore, suffer, yes. Be misunderstood, yes. Be shamed, yes. But do not be ashamed. For the joy set before you, take up your cross, follow Jesus, be shamed and despise the shame!" -- John Piper

Thank you so much! You're too

Thank you so much! You're too kind :)

Hannah D. | Tue, 08/14/2018

"Reason itself is a matter of faith. It is an act of faith to assert that our thoughts have any relation to reality at all." - G. K. Chesterton


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