In midst of a vengeful twirl…
His …Ribbons…cascade
enlightening as they unfurl.
Touching with revealing strips
of mercy’s light
liken those once received…
we glimpse…our own forgiven plights.
Cajoled thoughts glisten of Jesus’ dying
yea, of His undeserved sacrifice for…all…
inclining our pardon or, at least…trying.
And as we’re enticed to see ‘another way’…
slivers of satin, dripping with His wisdom…
prod…to move beyond that desire to ‘re-pay’.
Yes, fluttering down from His nail-scarred hands
directing us…how…to ‘overcome’
the vengeful ways of this earthen sand…
Come tangible pieces of…His Love…freely given
and so compassionately dispersed, indeed…
His… Ribbons
PHILI 4:13, ROM 12:19, COLOSS 3:13
©jmsbell-3/24/2026