Light (For Lucy, Martyr)

Posted byMatthew PullarPosted inDevotional, Poetry, The Swelling Year

…for I consider
that our briefest light
is a beacon to glory
far beyond our sight

and our longest pain
is a comma within
the vast, hopeful story
of Your love’s refrain.

Published by Matthew Pullar

Teacher, writer, blogger, husband, father, Christian. Living in Wyndham in Melbourne's west, on the land of the Kulin Nation. Searching for words to console and feed hearts and souls.

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