Academic journal article Anglican Theological Review

Who Sleep on Holy Stones: A Meditation on Genesis 28: 10-17

Academic journal article Anglican Theological Review

Who Sleep on Holy Stones: A Meditation on Genesis 28: 10-17

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Who Sleep on Holy Stones:

A Meditation on Genesis 28: 10-17

Bearer of curse and blessing,

I left home to stumble into the desert.

Exhausted and empty,

I watch fierce sun set over silent stones.

Stars ascend towards midnight,

The wind moans through desert canyons,

And clouds drift across a full moon like shimmering angels.

Broken and empty, I come to you, O Lord God.

In a desert midnight,

There is no smell of blessed fields

No grain

No wine

No fatness of earth

No sweet dew of heaven.

Alone, I sleep on holy stones,

Under stars that blaze fierce and countless as dust.

The wind moans high above me, through desert canyons.

Clouds veil the moon.

Strong, shining faces of angels appear.

Michael

Gabriel

Raphael

Lean down to earth.

Their glittering swords carve stones into steps to heaven.

Angels descend in silence to gaze into my face.

Angels ascend in silence to bear my deceit away.

Then in a shimmering, celestial dance

Of turning wings

Swirling wings

They sweep aside clouds.

I see a heavenly host as countless as dust.

I hear a heavenly host, their voices joined by joyous stars.

Glory to God in the highest.

And on earth... peace.

Their alleluias echoing high above desert canyons,

The Holy One descends from the gate of heaven

To stand beside my stone pillow,

To wrap my empty fears

In an eternal mantle of blessing,

To hallow the ground on which I sleep. …

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