I am a wanderer. I would say that I am a seeker, but sometimes I have no idea what I might be seeking, so I will stick with wanderer. This blog is more a public journal than anything. I don't claim to have life figured out. I simply stumble from mystery to mystery, and share my reflections along the way. Sometimes I feel burdened, and trudge. Sometimes? Well sometimes grace breaks through, and its time to dance.
Friday, December 20, 2013
The visitors - Advent
Know the true nature of your
Beloved
In God’s
loving eyes
your every thought, word, and movement
is always, always
beautiful
Hafiz
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The birth announcement came
a vague sign in the heavens
a star
only partly understood
detailed instructions
given as you are wont to do
my Beloved
though prophets
and then
through those teachers of the law
who
reading and interpret
would make the Word
everything
even to the point of making it nothing
it came through voices and songs
filling the sky
not so subtle
so invited
they gathered around a birth bed
a motley crew
an odd assortment of the low
the rejected
and the unexpected
shepherds, dirty and exclude
magi, affluent, imperious, but alien
perhaps a cow or pig or two
a chicken, head cocked
wondering where she was going to lay her egg
now that her normal spot was occupied
some, hanging around the edges of the scene
unseen
a street person or two or three
a curious merchant
the owner of the house
concerned perhaps about liability
and you started up
a red and wrinkled king
un-kingly
and looked at those odd
and dirty
and alien
and confused faces
and thought
how beautiful
how beautiful
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