Imagine knowing the presence of someone you have never met yet you knew in the core of your very being that this someone was indeed extraordinarily special. You cannot see or hear them, much less anything else, because you haven't been born yet. Warm and cozy insider your mother's womb, no cares in the world for any ordinary baby, but for John soon-to-be the Baptizer, it is very different. Imagine the thoughts, the vision...
Shimmering in
Understated majesty
Sapphire and silver
Herald the Coming
Afar that way but
Drawing, drawing
Incrementally nigh.
Coming in
Glistening glory,
With awe, pondering
The wordless beckoning
The spirit replies
Yea! Follow the Star!
I follow, immersed in
Glimmering glory
My soul shouts
In joy inexpressible
He comes! He comes!
My Lord, He comes!
Oh how I would leap
And dance before
His coming, if not
For this womb.
5 comments:
Catherine, your poetry is beautiful and moves me to feel this waiting season. Thank you.
Jan, I am not knowing what to say, except it comes to me and all I can do is write it down. I want to know where it leads me as we wait for Him who first loved us...thank you with all humility.
what Jan said... wonderful poetry... I see you are a writer...I'll bee looking for more good words!
Lovely poem Catherine...indeed, when Love arrives, surprising us with its Glory, there is leaping and dancing and such wonder.
Connie
Thank you for this lovely poem Catherine. Indeed...when LOVE arrives incarnate, there is such celebration.
Connie
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