The New Creation

‘A choir of a thousand tongues / singing we’ll no longer toil.’ /

Based on Isaiah 65:17–25

Our God, we have taken no sweeter breath
than this! Spring air in new lungs
a choir of a thousand tongues
singing we’ll no longer toil.
Green blades rise from past-neglected soil
to life, for You have risen from death!
Our God, we have taken no sweeter breath.

Our God, we have known no sweeter work
than this! Now will we pluck the grapes in our hands
Now will we taste their juices and dance
as if being born for the third time
for You have turned water into wine
have led us out of the mire, the murk
Our God, we have known no sweeter work.

Our God, we have seen no sweeter world
than this! The wolf, its once-stony eyes
tender now, the lamb beside it, lies
while birds with flapping wings take flight
like the very heartbeat of Your delight.
God, we wait for Your hand to unfurl:

Behold, You will make for us this world.

Catherine Flora Con received her MFA in fiction from Boston University, where she works in the Creative Writing Program.

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