by Bryant Burroughs
what must have been your words to tell the Father your wish to come to earth to save those thrown upon the waves. Did he know that your heart would take you to a disaffected place, to give hearts a new start? You, the One Hoped For but unexpected You, the One Looked For but unwanted, You, God on sabbatical, Creator yet creature. Many of the disaffected and hopeless responded, and gained your good mercy and pleasure. Did he know that you would be the Hands-On God who touched a leper’s face in careless indifference to disgrace? The God on Bended Knee who stooped to a woman cast at his feet? The Dazzler who wanted no acclaim, only to heal and hold and love and claim us, your very heartbeat. Did he ask, “Are you sure?” And you said “Yes, I want to endure all their pain. I want to cure all their ill. I want to secure all their souls. I want to detour through death for them.” what must have been your words to tell the Father your wish to come to earth to save those thrown upon the waves.
Bryant Burroughs writes stories and poems as reminders of those things he hopes are real and true. He and his wife, Ruth, live in Upstate South Carolina with their three cats.