Festive shouts and seasonal poems

 

Advent
Coming and Becoming

Mum,
Where’re my socks?
Dad,
The tyre’s flat.
God
My life is in a mess!

I’m coming!
I’m coming!
God is always coming.


On page one.
The Spirits brooding
Over waters far from still,
Something comes
Out of nothing,
God is coming
And brings a world

There is a bag
Full of things
That will make
a world.

It’s dropped.
Contents scattered.

And gently kneeling
Items placed
Creating order
Out of chaos
God is coming
Putting right
Misplaced pieces of this world.

Making new –
God is coming.
Making right –
Coming too.
Coming and becoming,
Making right and new.
God has always
From beginning
Been a coming
To the world.

Patriarchs,
Psalmist,
Prophets,
All shout
…..Or whisper,
‘He is coming
Coming in our world.’

—000—

Then a moment,
A Palestinian stable,
A baby there
From Mary born.
God made flesh,
A becoming,
A God incarnate child.

Another moment,
By Jordan River,
A man is there.

And Jesus with the Baptist
By the Spirit is encompassed.
God incarnate,
Shown in human flesh!

I’m coming!
I’m coming!
Gains a prefix.

The oft used words of Jesus,
‘Fear not’.

‘I’ve come
And still am coming
Becoming the Kingdom
I will live.

Fear not
I’m coming
Is the story
Even in the pages
Where death is sharp.

Even then
The Jesus leaving
Is a coming
Of new life.

—000—

‘Amen’.
Another oft used Jesus word
Is added
To the sentence.

‘Amen!’
Or ‘Yes!’
Or ‘And for me’,
Completes the message
That God brings.

‘I’m coming.
Fear not.
Amen.’
Speaks all the words
We need to hear
To make his coming
Our becoming
Eradicating fear.

 

Epiphany
The Magic Circle.

We are the ‘May-Jay-Eye’,
Who says we’re only three?
We shouldn’t be at Christmas
We’re ‘Ee-Piff-a- Knee’.

Sant Matt gives us a mention
But not the other three,
Mark, Luke n John don’t notice us.
There’s more than they can see!

We are the ‘May-Jay-Eye’,
Who says we’re only three?
We spent our dosh on camels
So gifts were down to three.

We give ‘im gold and kingly bling,
Incense for the heaven he’ll bring,
The Myrrh is for the grave and fears
when the story comes to tears.

We are the ‘May-Jay-Eye’,
Who says we’re only three?
We’re very wise
We get what’s real,
So join us if you re-a-lise
Through worship he can heal.

We are the ‘May-Jay-Eye’,
Who says we’re only three?
You can join us right away
For wisdom makes us free.

 

Lenten Prose.

Cantor
We did nothing
In fear it would offend you,
Nothing to anger
Or be controversial.
So you now ask me,
“When can I enliven you.”
Chorus
Hear us O Lord, have mercy upon us, for we have sinned against you.

Cantor
We sat there quietly
Loving neutrality
Not taking sides
Repressing hate of evil.
So you now ask me,
“When can I enliven you.”

Chorus
Hear us O Lord, have mercy upon us, for we have sinned against you.

Cantor
And when we join you
In our contemplation,
Did we not feel
The fire of your passion?
So you now ask me,
“When can I enliven you.”

Chorus
Hear us O Lord, have mercy upon us, for we have sinned against you.

 

Easter Day

 

Magdalene Mary goes in the dark.
In the dark she goes to find the tomb
where Jesus lay.
Dead!

Magdalene Mary goes in the dark.
In the dark she goes to cry and weep
where Jesus lay.
Dead!

Magdalene Mary goes in the dark.
In the dark the stone is rolled away
from where he lay.
Dead!

Magdalene Mary peeps in the dark.
In the dark she peeps to see bright light
where angels sat.
No body!


Magdalene Mary cries in the dawn.
In the dawn she cries, “What have you done?
Where is he laid?”
No body!

 

Magdalene Mary peers through the mist.
Through the mist appears the Gardener?
Or is it he?
The Master?

Magdalene Mary can hear his voice.
His voice she hears; it calls her by name
and now she knows
He lives!

Magdalene Mary can hear his words.
His words she hears, “Don’t hold on to me.”
“Go – tell my friends.”
He lives!

Magdalene Mary sees light of day.
In daylight she sees that Jesus lives.
Go – tell He lives.
He lives!

 

 

Breath-taking Pentecost


I cannot see the wind
But I can feel her breath.
I see the trees a swaying
And hear the leaves a rustle,
And fight her gale as pressure,
And sense breezing as caress.

It’s a favour oft denied,
Breathe-taking vision
Half espied.

The wind is Spirit.
The wind is Ghost.
The wind is in between
Where we need it most.

The breath of God is swooping
‘Cross new creations waters.
The breath of Risen Jesus
Grace each and every nostril

Let me feel your breath, Oh God
Upon my neck and cheek,
and in my nostrils breathe new life.
Making strong.
Resuscitating.
Making Hope,
Please entice your weak.

Breath-taking!
It is what it says.
Breath-taking!
Let it be.

Your servant needs
Your Breath,
Your Spirit,
And your life filled lungs,
With winds that blow and make me free.

 

Ascension Feet

In that instant
When He goes
And disappears
Into the cloud,
And all that is
To be seen
Are feet with holes.

Gnarled feet we see
That had walked
The vast whole stretch
Of Palestine.
Feet that had been
Washed, hair dried.
Feet that walked
The second mile.

These feet were nailed;
Nailed down tight,
But freed from wood
To be mistaken
For a gard’ners,
Amongst the mist
Of early hours.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 




	

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