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By Eric Blauer

Photo by Eric Blauer
Photo by Eric Blauer

Holy feet descend,

light touches down in dark places,
A small upturned face,
lit up by eternity’s favor.

 

The sound of silence becomes an orchestra
and the stars fall…in tears of wonder.

 

The celestial wind returns,
and the tumultuous dragon,
drowns in his own chaos.

 

Whispers of motherhood,
crushing the snake,
blood trickling to the earth,
in stable and cross.

 

Eve rises,
a new song echoes out,
magnificent and blessed,
favored and bewildered.

 

Eden’s gates cast open,
in Nazareth they ring out…

 

“Welcome, welcome, welcome!”
Eric Blauer
Eric Blauerhttp://fcb4.tumblr.com/
I am Frederick Christian Blauer IV, but I go by Eric, it sounds less like a megalomaniac but still hints at my Scandinavian destiny of coastal conquest and ultimate rule. I have accumulated a fair number of titles: son, brother, husband, father, pastor, writer, artist and a few other more colorful titles by my fanged fans. I am a lover of story be it heard, read or watched in all beauty, gory or glory. I write and speak as an exorcist or poltergeist, splashing holy water, spilling wine and breaking bread between the apocalypse and a sleeping baby. I am possessed by too many words and they get driven out like wild pigs and into the waters of my blog at www.fcb4.tumblr.com. I work as a pastor at Jacob's Well Church (www.jacobswellspokane.com) across the tracks on 'that' side of town. I follow Christ in East Central Spokane among saints, sinners, angels, demons, crime, condoms, chaos, beauty, goodness and powerful weakness. I have more questions than answers, grey hairs than brown, fat than muscle, fire than fireplace and experience more love from my wife, family and friends than a man should be blessed with in one lifetime.

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