Monday, May 03, 2010

the advent series (2009)

I am coming to terms
With the following truths:

That one day I will
Lose everyone I love

That the days are evil
That they are slipping through
My fingers like pieces of glass

That one day I will suffer death
That in the meantime I will suffer
Every day

That this happens to everyone
Who was born of flesh and blood
Those who are far off and those who are near

And that this was not meant to be

We were not meant for mortality
The world was not meant to be broken

And that this, all of this, every
Grief, every pain, every shattered soul
All of this too will be made right
At the trumpet sound, at the angel’s shout

But that we have to wait and fight
And mourn and groan along with creation
Until Emmanuel shall come
And we shall all rejoice

* * * *
God likes
apple trees
blue birds
carnations
dandelions
and evergreens

He likes
hot chocolate with marshmallows
The Love Supreme
twinkle lights
and Mustang convertibles

God likes
raindrops on the roses
whiskers on lion cubs
mittens on three-year-olds
a long kiss good night

because, you see
God likes matter
enough to create it
enough to give us the
eyes to see it
ears to hear it
nose to smell it
tongue to taste it
skin to touch it

and the heart and soul
to play with it

and enough
that He became
a Jewish boy
a God with optical nerves
dirty fingernails
crumbs in His beard
bronchial tubes
a jugular vein

and He loves it enough
to have His body broken
His blood poured out
and rise again
to redeem the cosmos
and all of its stuff
all of our bodies that
belong to His Body
the earth and all that is in it
is His

* * * *
God is with us
in our suburban sprawl houses
in our high rise apartments
in our one-room shacks
in our sleeping bags on the church stairs
in our desert tents

God is with us
at the marriage bed
at the hospital bed
in the trenches
in the fields
at the factory line

God is with us
when we take our first breaths
when we breathe deep in the night
when we’re struck breathless by beauty
when we take our final breath
when we breathe in the air of heaven

He came and stayed
in a hostile territory
He has borne our griefs
and carried our sorrows
He is with us
He has been and will be
one of these days
we will be with Him

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