Sometimes after meditation, especially when I sit down to prepare for offerings in incarcerated and recovery spaces, a line will come and a feeling of ancient excavating, from my past as a child and from a time way, way before. If I pick up the line, take the time, and write--out will pop a tiny poem, lickity split. Here is today's:
Behold
©2026 Karla Johnston
I make all things new.
All—every single one.
Write this down,
for these words
are trustworthy
and true.
So, too, do I say,
and you say,
each time—
Behold,
I make all things new.
All things,
All things,
New.
True
restoration.
No scourging,
No blotting out,
No elimination.
New:
care over cure,
love, open-hearted affection,
dedication and hope,
to this path.
Insertion of new into a life,
changes everything.
New action IS the path of meaning.
Behold! I make all things new.
All includes you, too.
Restore:
no denying,
no covering over,
no turning away.
Behold.
