When Heaven Bends Down
A reflection on divine love that reaches down to embrace us, not as reward for our striving, but as gift freely given, bridging the gap we cannot cross alone.
POEMS & COUPLETS
Wandering Armenian
12/31/20251 min read
When Heaven Bends Down
Through forest canopy the golden beam descends,
Not waiting for the shadowed earth to rise,
The Master's love pursues, it never ends,
It stoops to touch what human effort tries.
No climb required, no worthiness to earn,
Grace penetrates the darkness where we stand,
Like sunlight seeking ferns at every turn,
Like strangers stopping with an outstretched hand.
At hospital doors, at two a.m. despair,
In unemployment's fog and questions deep,
Love finds us broken, meets us anywhere,
Not wages paid for souls who cannot keep.
The gift descends while we were dead in sin,
Heaven bends low, and Love still stoops to win,
The Master's heart forever reaching down,
Where grace, not merit, places heaven's crown.
"the Wandering Armenian" 2026
Note: Dear Reader, this little poem is just the beginning can say an introduction to a two-part devotional story
on how the Master's love comes down for us. Wait to see in the next two days under the daily Reflection section.
