Please welcome my rl friend and church member to the site. I am proud to have her join me. She was a teacher and continues to be a inspiration.
Thank you Bunnie.
The Son of Jerusalem (Isaiah 53)
Up springs the sainted sapling,
Rising out of ragged root,
Planted in an arid land,
Neglected as naught,
They despise, reject him—
Such little account,
And wound him—for us.
He makes us whole,
Brings us Shalom,
Saves us from ourselves.
What insult does he suffer?
What judgment will he know?
What grave will hinder him?
What justice takes him home?
The Light beams forth from darkness—
No sin can thrive
For Jesus lives
As Savior for all.
--Bunnie Bryant
The Voice
(Psalm 46:10)
I heard it first in morning whisper,
Once, twice,
It grew to guttural—
Instances measured by perfect beat.
From the high-hilled treetops,
It soon swooped down
In a rush of woeful wail
Into the depths of dale.
There it scanned the river,
Tossing its head
Midst pebbles and reeds,
And drooped at my feet.
Then, but a whistle,
It swirled in a spiral
Came surging about me—
Synergy of breath and wind
Enraptured with hope—
Out of my stillness,
It captured my soul,
And bid me to rest
Within its calm—
For a long night’s sleep
Into home.
--Bunnie Bryant
