Month: December 2013
He is Here
The silence is deafening, the noise of fallen Earth muted to hush in anticipation
The bustle of a barren land, called home, preparing to be counted
The movement of a multitude, disruption suddenly backstage, on order of the director, as pregnant maid and man approach.
All of heaven waits eagerly for the glorious symphony to begin
Audience of shepherds to hear the triumphant song of the angels, “Glory to God in the highest”
The exalted one lies in humble manger in this moment when the King of Kings takes his place on lowly earth
Incarnate deity wrapped in swaddling clothes, sent to seek and save
Beloved one, sent to love us with sacrifice we cannot fully comprehend.
The waiting world continues moving not knowing that in one moment everything changed
Here we are, caught in our schedules, trapped by the things that keep us busy
Bustling through the day-to-day, so quick to forget that He is here
He came to hay and straw, to lowly earth and man and girl
He gave life to save and redeem that which was lost
He rose victorious, keys in his hands, conquering death forever
He’s coming again.
This Christmas and always, I am grateful!
Merry Christmas everyone!!!
Christmas
In honor of the season, I’m re-blogging a poem I wrote last Christmas. O come let us adore Him, Christ the Lord!
Here lies a wandering world, numbed by silence and lulled to slumber in the bed of their own consequences. Hearts yearning for “something more”, frustration and longing for love and satisfaction gripping them with fists of disillusionment. “I thought my life would be different.”
Glimmer of hope, Jupiter crowned in Regulus, star to cut the darkness brightly. King of all wrapped in cloak of skin, divinity set aside in submission to meager mortal. Love beyond comprehension. Inconceivable wonder. (You keep using that word, I do not think it means what you think it means.)
Care and protection of the Godhead assigned to lowly frame of girl and boy. Unspeakable mystery. “Be it unto me according to your word.” Prophecies of old fulfilled in one. Odds too numerous to imagine. Proof through faith and Science of a living God who set the heavens in motion for this moment.
Christmas tree, gift…
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Earth meets Sky
I’m looking forward to the point where Earth and sky meet wondering if that’s the place you’ve chosen as a footstool. What will it be like on that day when I can reach out in glorified body and touch the hem of your garment for myself? What will it be like to see a beauty earthen eyes cannot fathom? I know the sun would melt into vapor if you would release the fullness of your glory, yet I will see you face to face.
You are too great for me!
You blink and heaven and Earth bow to fade as the shutter flashes photograph and I stand in awe. Majesty seems such an understatment.
I reach for your finger like a babe grips his papa.
Lead me to the place where your glory dwells.
The Edge of the World
In my own little world I become numb
The small of my back resting in a small little chair
In my small little house on a small little street
In a small little town
Where the green grass grows all around, all around…
The days go by one by one like a blur and I forget to open my eyes
Perspective is a thing gained in increments, easily ignored, or swallowed forcibly
We can either look straight at the moments that define us
Or recover with as much grace possible when life hits hard
I hope to choose the former
So here I am on the edge of the world realizing that there is a vastness so much greater than me
Adventure so much grander than I have imagined
A people gripped by more need than I have acknowledged
There are tears I have not shed in prayer
Hands I’ve refused to hold for fear of soiling my own
Eyes I have not looked deeply into
Thirsts not quenched by the reaching of my own hand
Somehow here, my mundane seems to lack meaning
To make an impact above the ordinary
To excel in the midst of the mediocre
To fulfill, suddenly becomes the only source of fulfillment
I am made full by the pouring out of all I am on the altar
The emptying of self in reasonable service to the Most High
Deep calling deep within my soul
Revealing to me that I only live when I stop living only for me
Here on the edge of the world, I find a new beginning.