annunciation

 

At heaven’s high command,
a white-hot beam of purest light
penetrates time and space
to touch our tiny blue planet.

In a peasant cottage,
silence is muted by
an alien presence; the
whispering whir of mighty wing.

Flesh crawls with palpable terror
as the dazzling creature, a holy flame,
fixes its piercing gaze on one
wide-eyed, trembling maiden.

“Do not be afraid.”

Surprising, melodious words
uttered by molten-gold messenger
to an ordinary girl who pales
in wonder, what can this mean?

Glory’s courier speaks favor—
words of prophets coming true
Spirit of I AM will overshadow you,
virgin chosen to mother Messiah.

Her eyes lower, palms sweat,
as dry lips answer from her
wildly-beating, totally yielded heart,
she burns but does not disintegrate.

“I am the Lord’s servant.”

 

(Originally posted in 2012 as “advent: trial by fire”; later, expanded and focused. I was privileged to read this at our church Christmas Eve service, 2016)

mortal immortality

And the Lord God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living soul.   -Genesis 2:7  (KJV)

 

the soul

is a spark

is a flicker

is a flame

 

lit by holy fire

fanned by living breath

 

exhaled into existence

encoded in DNA

embodied in flesh

enveloped in love

 

to live

to learn

to laugh

to lament

 

until death separates.

 

never extinguished

ever released

 

to an eternity of life’s choice:

with or without the Keeper of souls.

 

 


Inspired, in part, by the scribblings of the beautiful souls who are dVerse Poets.

faith’s holy flame

 

when faith fails,

humanity refuses the Light

rebel hearts and minds

enveloped by darkness

devolve to beasts.

 

seek stranger sex but

cannot commit to love;

civilization crumbles,

children are crushed.

 

when wind blows,

flickering flame will

be snuffed out…OR

burst into blazing torch!

 


Connecting with dVerse Poets for 6th Anniversary and “flicker” quadrille (44 word poem) prompt.

hope not seen

Sharing with dVerse…fits earlier prompts for list poem and sensory play.

 

hope smells

like fresh petrichor

of welcome spring rain

 

hope tastes

like first juicy tomato

of sun-ripened summer

 

hope sounds

like migration call

of swan o’er autumn field

 

hope feels

like flickering flame

of log in winter hearth

 

For in this hope we were saved. Now hope that is seen is not hope. For who hopes for what he sees? But if we hope for what we do not see, we wait for it with patience.

(Romans 8:24-25 ESV)