Poems for Sunday, November 16, 2025
Isaiah 12 and a poem after searching the scriptures
The Well and the Water After Isaiah 12 God is One and Only, beyond words. God is the Well and the Water from which our parched lips taste the Spring of Mercy. Just when you think God is dry, and no longer able— God spills the waters of holy transcendence, unending. Come to the Well— Come to the Water— bring all your thirst. --- A Sudden Grace After searching the scriptures As my fingers feel the pages tremble and turn— a sudden grace washes over me. I’ve been here before. This place where the Divine seems to rest insurmountable goodness upon my heart. So much is wrong— so much is right. But for this moment I fully open myself to the One who forges life from feeble death. I am Yours. I am always ever Yours.
Sunday Poems is a weekly publication that offers original poetry reflecting on some of the lectionary readings for the coming Sunday.