It is You, My Beloved

It is You Beloved, my beloved, who I have believed when You
brazenly declared that from birth our futures are not set in stone,
that our futures are there for us to choose.
Yet this I know that this present world lingers
on and on pressing ever toward a path of slow decay
and yet still You love and ever love and call us home.
So how so do we go in so self-lit a world?
Does our love ever glow in You? Is this so?  Is it so that we go?
It was You Beloved, my Beloved, who said our world of
human memory is mortal, that mankind can live in You and ever live.
Many are the moments when You declared that
Our futures are not set in stone, that leaving life to the whim of the fates ever fails,
that You, beloved, are the only Way, Truth, and Life.
To the end we are arriving—or has it already arrived?
It is the memory of You Beloved, my Beloved,
who I have beloved, who has the final goodbye beyond the shingles of
any question of heaven, any brazen declaration that
when we speak to the Beloved we do not speak
to that made of meaningless and mad stone.

Ben Plunkett

Greetings from the booming metropolis that is Pleasant View, Tennessee. I am a man of constant spiritual highs and spiritual lows. I pray that I serve God at my highest even when I am lowest. Ben was a founding member of Rambling Ever On and a regular contributor and editor until his untimely death in April 2020. We wrote a tribute to him, but the best tribute you can give him would be to read all the wonderful poems, short stories, book reviews, theological essays, and ridiculous satire pieces he wrote for us. Pass them on to others and maybe allow Ben to inspire you to write something yourself.

2 thoughts on “It is You, My Beloved

  • April 17, 2020 at 3:11 pm

    “and yet still You love and ever love and call us home.”

    Beautiful! Just those two simple words – “and yet” – speak an eternity’s worth of theology.

  • April 27, 2021 at 10:26 am

    Tremendous insight and perception, and an incredible ability to express it. The heart of a poet!


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