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Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Parallel Lines: An Advent Poem
I can't seem to write in prose lately. :o)
I have been awestruck by the God-man, Jesus, and the parallel of how he entered the earth as an infant, and yet will return as the arbiter of justice. Healer and judge. He gracefully walks in the already and not-yet. We, his image-bearers, do the same to some extent, but there are some parallels that only Jesus can bridge. And thank God, He did.
Funny how parallel lines meet
Streaks left by busy jets
Passing the dawn or
The ebb and flow of telephone lines
Along desolate roads
Both bend to kiss the horizon
Wedding and engagement rings touch
Covenant sworn around my finger
Parallels meet:
Woman, wife, mother
Sinner, saint
Two and yet one; better yet,
Three and yet one
Savior and Sacrifice
Faith and assurance
My first response
Skepticism
This cannot be
Banishment, toil and labor
The thorns I carry
I ate the fruit from that tree
Destiny
Wrote us separate for eternity
But out of the clear-blue
You
Easily bent time and expectation
Fought mortal fear with hope
Your outstretched arms
Bridging
the
spaces
I
couldn't
cross
death and heaven
Hell and angels
You
And
Me
Almighty God
Itty-bitty baby
Parallel lines met
Intersected
No…
Crossed
And stamped
A due date on
Salvation
I have been awestruck by the God-man, Jesus, and the parallel of how he entered the earth as an infant, and yet will return as the arbiter of justice. Healer and judge. He gracefully walks in the already and not-yet. We, his image-bearers, do the same to some extent, but there are some parallels that only Jesus can bridge. And thank God, He did.
Funny how parallel lines meet
Streaks left by busy jets
Passing the dawn or
The ebb and flow of telephone lines
Along desolate roads
Both bend to kiss the horizon
Wedding and engagement rings touch
Covenant sworn around my finger
Parallels meet:
Woman, wife, mother
Sinner, saint
Two and yet one; better yet,
Three and yet one
Savior and Sacrifice
Faith and assurance
My first response
Skepticism
This cannot be
Banishment, toil and labor
The thorns I carry
I ate the fruit from that tree
Destiny
Wrote us separate for eternity
But out of the clear-blue
You
Easily bent time and expectation
Fought mortal fear with hope
Your outstretched arms
Bridging
the
spaces
I
couldn't
cross
death and heaven
Hell and angels
You
And
Me
Almighty God
Itty-bitty baby
Parallel lines met
Intersected
No…
Crossed
And stamped
A due date on
Salvation
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