to an open-book-test;
all the pages of your heart permitted
but just one page of the brain
(as many facts as you can fit
on a 3X5 notecard).
Ready?
Pencils up.
You may begin.
What shall cleanse a soul of its sin?
What can make a dingy coat white again?
We are out
On a soul search, hunting for the key
lost from before our birth.
Dated back to sometime before the ancients,
sometime before the millions of years
that poured themselves into the majesty of mountains
and all the many lives
lived and marvelously lost
in the rock.
Drill down deeper,
past the geological layers of time
past their perfectly preserved frames;
outlined in granite and limestone.
For centuries they were studied
looking for signs of souls,
signs to mold
and shape our understanding of time
priming our minds to rock solid questions
not even the majesty of mountains
(Neither their height nor depth nor breadth nor width)
can answer.
But the answer is of a time and times
pre-existing these mountains
and before their obedient oceans were born.
Back past the beginning layers of earth,
even before the formation of her tender iron core,
when space was only massive black holes
and clouds of hydrogen gas
and light years of silence in all directions.
A solitary photon makes its way
through an infinite vacuum
gently dancing in and out of matter.
And we caught up to it,
with lenses so powerful and clear,
observing the dance,
observing history on scales
we can scarcely understand.
Here, in the intimate supplications
phrased in the frequencies of a photon,
we listen.
Did you hear it?
Did you feel the eons unwind?
Along its perfectly silent path,
there are clues
you could spend all your breath dissecting
and not find the answer
to anchor your heart
against the fierce winds
of ages and ages of doubt,
howling steadily from our riddle;
What can cleanse a soul of its sin?
What can make a broken heart whole again?
Not an answer in this planet
(no earthly answer can stand in it,
the weight of ages).
But there is an Answer
who is an entire mountain
condensed into a single small stone,
cut without hands.
And the Stone landed on our planet,
though He pre-existed it,
and the mountain within manifested
itself into an insurmountable formation
that stood in the shadow of its origin,
back before matter and light and time.
In the beginning was the Stone
and the Stone was with God
and the Stone was known
"The Rock of Ages."
See, our riddle is revealed in the Rock.
Only the Stone can crack the code;
the sacred numbers that unlock
the human heart,
that connect the severed strands of family.
The Rock is a rock of reconciliation
and reconciliation is another word for resurrection.
He was an eternal mountain
who entered our story as a small stone
and He was the exact image of that mountain.
And in these last days,
The Mountain has spoken
about the Stone,
"This is my beloved Son,
In whom is all my pleasure."
Inspired by - Genesis 3:6, Daniel 2:45, Matthew 3:17; 4:8, John 1:1, 1 Corinthians 2:8, 2 Corinthians 5:19, Hebrews 1:2
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