Thank you if you’ve viewed. liked or followed any of my poems this Advent. This has been my first real attempt at poetry! I’ve very much appreciated you even looking at my first fruits. Because of you I will keep writing and blogging! Thank you!
May you blessed in the dawning of the true light that chases away the darkness.
May you be blessed in the birthing of a new future where grace rules.
May you be blessed in the shining of prodigal peace, whatever your story.
May the father & mother God look on you with mercy and love.
May the Son grant you the knowledge of the love and acceptance of God.
May you be blessed by Creator,
Redeemed by the Son,
Given breath by the Spirit
In this hollow night the heart that has beaten within has been born.
What was known but not known is now met.
In this time of hatred, anger and division,
there is now grace.
In this lonely place we are no longer alone in our fear.
We have a new Mother and Father,
what was once all mighty has chosen to be humbled,
made vulnerable and fragile.
I may never hold the child or feel his pulse,
I may never hear his cry or see his smile,
But I am there and he is here.
I can join the choir and sing the song of the angels,
I can reach out my hand in wonder and desperation.
For unto US a child is born.
In this hollow land the love that was held by few has been born afresh.
I must play my part and give myself in gift.
I can put down my baggage and follow now.
I can begin again and be reborn,
humbled, made vulnerable, fragile.
In the child I am born,
In the grace I am forgiven,
In the love I am embraced,
In the peace I must walk.
Hallelu-jah, the light has come and filled the darkness.
Over the fertile hills,
The deep sky tore wide open,
Melodies of light
Prayer for the mothers,
Bearers of all we become,
Hosts of the divine.
To be in the time between times,
The moment swollen with what might happen.
In recent days new depth has been found.
New love met, new family made.
We sat together, healed and dreamed.
We talked of the past and the present till the night had faded around us.
We drank and ate together, stopped to hear stories and struggles.
We’ve shared so much so far!
We found new words and span poetry in the dark.
We painted each other’s colours and sang each other’s songs.
We argued and fought, doing what lovers and siblings do.
Our path has changed me, it is changing me.
Together we got to this place, and now we pause to breathe.
It might not be our choice to stop here, but here we are.
In the time between times,
In the place between places.
This isn’t the end, it can’t be. But it’s not the beginning. We left that months behind.
This is a space to be still, to rest, to breathe, to eat and celebrate. To be grateful for where we have got to and to let go of worry about where we will go.
What we do know is that we have been bound together and we will begin again together.
Our time is not over.
Our time will be soon.
This is the time between times.
Is this grieving here,
This moment of arrival,
Mourning the journey
There can be only hours,
Fear and peace wrestling
The call goes out across the landscape,
The song is being sung across the hillside,
It rings in the air, sweeps down streets, brushes the surface of rivers, ripples through the fields.
The cry must be heard, it cannot be ignored.
So many voices, so many colours, so many tones, so many rhythms.
The voices of all nations woven in melody that recalls all cultures.
Like the seas no longer flood the earth,
Like the lands have rejoined as one,
Like the tunes of all people woven together in the song of the divine.
The dance begins amongst the rocky passes, following the herds to reach the plains and shelters.
It skips through the city and on into the night.
Shaking the earth with its raw cry of justice and peace, it’s desperate descant cutting through centuries of abuse and war.
Turn your heads toward the highest place, to the one who began it all.
Hear the call of the ages, hear the call of the creator, hear the call of the re-creator, hear the call of shalom.