Readers, it would appear that I’ve taken a break from writing this year, but I haven’t! I took some time to write a number of poems for Christmas. In the next few days, I’ll publish a couple of them here. Hope you enjoy.
The priest wholly immersed near the holies in verse
His pleas slowly traverse through the incense disbursed
The girl sits ‘neath the tree and reflects silently
Her furled sets of old creeds project faithfully
The angel comes near and says not to fear
He’s able to steer their emotions to hear
The words so profound ‘stead of clear they confound
They surge round their heads to their ear they resound
The old woman’s womb will now bear a son
Her bold summons bloomed to bury the shun
The young virgin’s womb will now make a king
Her subservient view sees to grace everything.
Can such farfetched riffs really be trusted?
Can much tarnished myths of their ped’gree be busted?
Can Yahweh make fruit in the weed-upon earth?
Can Yahweh take root with no seed to spawn birth?
The girl gowned in grace goes to gain just a gander
Of Gabe’s endowed place knows what Yahweh is after
The priest now left mute from his lacking belief
The girl resolute from this cracking debrief
One sage now makes signs for his words to be heard
Young-aged gal takes time to assure what she learned.
Two queries two answers two outcomes to ponder
How’ll I know? You will not. May her womb tune your wonder.
How can this be and I remain faithful?
His grace is so great just obtain and be grateful.
The archangel departs post his gift of good tidings
The exchange will move hearts to lift the abiding
What will you inquire from the heavenly hearer?
Will you trust He is higher so to let Him be nearer?
Reflection on Luke 1: 5-38