The Scarlet Cord
There was no faithline, no family
promises passed on through prayer.
Only a bloodline from Creation’s
start, scarlet thread bound and wound
together, a cord the color of life,
made by a Weaver who dyed it red
with blood. Woven with the loom
of love, a lifeline coming my way~
a cord in the window~ bright enough
for me to see, alone and far away
like spies in the promised land.
I saw the sign let down from Heaven,
salvation like a life ring through the air.
Grasping new grace, I welcomed my
omnipresent Pursuer; no earthly
reason why I should be saved but for
God sending a sign to me, a wanderer
in the land of Jericho.
