Friday, December 11, 2015

Some Mornings (An Advent Poem)


O that you would tear open the heavens and come down . . . Isaiah 64:1

Some mornings the mountains 
disappear completely, a great
wall of white cutting the distance
between presence and sight.

Maybe this is what Isaiah saw,
this barrier and, like a lover maddened
by desire, he cried out without thinking, 
"Tear open the heavens and come down!"

Isaiah burned with longing, 
his coal-singed lips tingling and God,
whose passion simmers long and low,
was slowly aroused by the pining of his people. 

God came forth as a tiny seed
conceived by earth's desire,
born in the rending wide 
of heaven's door.  

2 comments:

  1. oh my word...the beauty just pours out of you. Share in our GW space?

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    1. Thank you Jody :) This is one from last year, but the fog this winter brought it to mind again.

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