When I was falling from the sky you were
My lightning rod, you
Guided my feet back to the ground
When I was learning how to die you were
My empty tomb, more
alive than anything I’ve found
Out of the blue, after the long night
Upwards I flew, wings melting in the sunlight
Out of the storm, trembling and awed
Into your arms I fell, like a lightning rod
When I was tumbling through the air you were
The rock that broke my fall
Holding me hard against your heart
When I was stumbling through my prayers you were
The tunnel and the light
Winding my way back to the start
Out of the blue, after the long night
Upwards I flew, wings melting in the sunlight
Out of the storm, trembling and awed
Into your arms I fell, like a lightning rod
Deconstruction and Reconstruction During Advent
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Advent is a great time for deconstruction. Advent is similar to Lent in
this regard. During Advent we sit in the experience of exile. During Advent
we wai...
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