Saturday's Poem
I wrote the following poem a couple of weeks ago that relates to Advent and Christmas.
Impervious to Wonder
It’s so early the night is still hard—
4 a.m., two hours before the first
fissures of light begin darkness’
dismantling—a jump on the Season,
parking lots glutted, vehicles emptied,
ready transports for consumption’s fruits.
Anticipation’s rush as doors swing open,
for perfect gifts—deeply discounted—
search for happiness and meaning leaves
a sugar high soon dissipated.
Where is wonder?
A finite world cradles infinity—mystery
penetrating the universe, love’s centripetal
force holding everything together found
on another cold night.
Impervious to Wonder
It’s so early the night is still hard—
4 a.m., two hours before the first
fissures of light begin darkness’
dismantling—a jump on the Season,
parking lots glutted, vehicles emptied,
ready transports for consumption’s fruits.
Anticipation’s rush as doors swing open,
for perfect gifts—deeply discounted—
search for happiness and meaning leaves
a sugar high soon dissipated.
Where is wonder?
A finite world cradles infinity—mystery
penetrating the universe, love’s centripetal
force holding everything together found
on another cold night.
posted by UCC Medfield at 9:16 AM
1 Comments:
Nice poem. Creative.
Two thoughts...
The busy-ness, challenges, and pain of life affects the heart and mind and their ability to wonder and the hardness of 4 a.m.
Yet, wonder is such a core characteristic of my life and who I am that even in the depths of challenges and in the darkness of 4 a.m., it's wonder that has me turn to God and scripture.
That wonder leads me to search and read, "As for God, his way is perfect; the word of the Lord is flawless. He is a shield for all who take refuge in him." (Psalm 18:30) I am comforted and strengthened. My wonder gets a dose of fulfillment.
4:00 a.m. is hard. I try hard to get back to sleep. I try hard to reconcile my frustrations. I pray hard. Too often, for each, to no lasting avail. But when I open the Bible, there's no refusing God's love and truth.
Psalm 18 continues, "For who is God besides the LORD? And who is the Rock except our God? It is God who arms me with strength and makes my way perfect."
My wonder is rewarded and my soul is comforted and loved.
Thank you God.
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