Waiting, waiting, we wait
in lengthened nights and
chilled soil and cloistered suns
for warmer, lighter, moister days
From on high—and pulsing
in the depths—we hear
“Wait… Wait… Be still…”
I did, I am, I will.”
Since today has been designated “Sanctity of Life Sunday” (and since I believe that applies to life at every stage), I offer this poem I recently wrote: Reverence for Life Abortion (for a choice-caused conception) Senseless killing (is war ever necessary?) Death penalties (where’s the capital in that?) Euthanasia (euphemism for “Mercy Killing”) Suicide (the…
We have never experienced a Christmas like this one. No children’s programs at church, school, or community. No concerts to attend. Not much “window shopping.” No caroling door-to-door, no dinner parties, few gatherings or family reunions. I do think I see more people putting lights on their houses and trees outside. In this season, as…
As we continue in somewhat sequestered and uncertain times, the season of Advent has started. As publisher at Cladach, I am reaching out to share with you a gift of “A Poem A Day for Advent.”
I hope reading and listening to these “down-to-earth” verses will help us focus on Jesus’ coming “down to earth”—and encourage us to wait and watch for Jesus’ return.
The daily poems and readings are from the book BIBLE POEMS FOR REFLECTION AND RESPONSE by Donna Marie Merritt. I think you’ll enjoy hearing Donna read her poems. Each one is inspired by a Bible passage, which will also be included.
May these daily inspirational moments enrich your Advent and Christmas season of waiting and preparing to celebrate the coming of Jesus, the Light of the World.
I invite you to visit the page daily, where a new poem will be posted each day through December 24 at: https://cladach.com/a-poem-a-day-for-advent/
Meanwhile, enjoy these first two entries below. Blessings to you. Remember: “God is with us.” and “Jesus is coming again.”
Have we ever given thanks to God for entering into our humanity and suffering with us and for us? Have we given thanks for the privilege of suffering with him and for him? Are we giving our hearts, our allegiance, our lives to the slaughtered Lamb who lives? the wounded one who heals? Are we willing to bring our wounds to the Lamb for healing? to transform us into wounded healers?
This Thanksgiving, even in the midst of pandemic fears, political uncertainties, and limited gatherings, I want to “virtually” join all those who “fell down and worshiped” the lamb. as they held aloft bowls filled with “the prayers of the saints” and as they sang a “new song”:
“You are worthy … for you were slaughtered and by your blood you ransomed, for God, saints from every tribe and language and people and nation;…
“Worthy is the Lamb that was slaughtered …
“To the one seated on the throne and to the Lamb be blessing and honor and glory and might forever and ever!”
He is our king and he is with us, even in our present sufferings!
With this poem I affirm my faith in:
God’s love, that changes hearts.
God’s power, that calms storms.
Jesus’ victory, that delivers from evil.
The Holy Spirit’s presence, that offers soul rest.
Some things in this world make me mad—
but I cannot live with hate.
The One whose anger had no sin
plants His love within.
Some things in this world frighten me—
but I cannot live in fear.
The One who calmed the thundering storm
keeps me safe and warm.
Some things in this world are abhorrent to me—
but I cannot live in disgust.
The One who cast the demons out
gives a victory shout.
Some things in this world vex my nerves—
but I cannot live in tension.
The One who took all mankind’s stress
gives vitalizing rest.