PREPARING FOR ADVENT - ADVENT, a poem written by Pamela Cranston

PREPARING FOR ADVENT - ADVENT, a poem written by Pamela Cranston

Friday, December 1 2017




"... the Lord comforts Zion;
    he comforts all her waste places
and makes her wilderness like Eden,
    her desert like the garden of the Lord;
joy and gladness will be found in her,
    thanksgiving and the voice of song...

And the ransomed of the Lord shall return
    and come to Zion with singing;
everlasting joy shall be upon their heads;
    they shall obtain gladness and joy,
    and sorrow and sighing shall flee away.

“I, I am he who comforts you;
    who are you that you are afraid of man who dies,
    of the son of man who is made like grass,
and have forgotten the Lord, your Maker,
    who stretched out the heavens
    and laid the foundations of the earth,
and you fear continually all the day
    because of the wrath of the oppressor,
when he sets himself to destroy?
    And where is the wrath of the oppressor?
He who is bowed down shall speedily be released;
    he shall not die and go down to the pit,
    neither shall his bread be lacking.
I am the Lord your God,
    who stirs up the sea so that its waves roar—
    the Lord of hosts is his name."

(Isaiah 51:3,11-15)



(On A Theme by Dietrich Bonhoeffer)


Look how long the weary world waited,
locked in its lonely cell,
guilty as a prisoner.


As you can imagine,
it sang and whistled in the dark.
It hoped.


It paced and puttered about,
tidying its little piles of inconsequence.


It wept from the weight of ennui,
draped like shackles on its wrists.
It raged and wailed against the walls of its own plight.


But there was nothing the world could do
to find its own freedom.
The door was shut tight.


It could only be opened from the outside.


Who could believe the latch would be turned by a pink flower —
the tiny hand of a newborn baby?


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