Wrote this one over the past weekend when I experienced for about the millionth time that bittersweet longing and painful love and groaning for the life I was (you were, we all were) made for — the life of God.
This is one of the most common themes of all the poems I write. I ache for the life of God and grieve at my fickleness and wildly celebrate that God is bigger than all of that.
The poem’s title comes from one of my favorite movie scenes ever: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Mk2Tca88Xo … The “seven grand” is the 7000 in 1 Kings 19:18.
Would love to hear any comments or questions or thoughts or anything at john@ichthusmhk.org …
