Christmas
2023 Poem
The Divine Waltz
Wrought with pain, weary from thoughts
This whirlwind of days wrings me tight to drip
The tears of this divine destiny,
Of the weight carried--
All for Your Glorious Will.
I wish upon the stars
And wonder at the Heavens.
The world closes in;
I wrestle. You wrangle.
The Way is made.
When I consider the Heavens...
Lord, I hear your quiet whisper
Above my humble, heartbroken whimpers.
“Trust me,” even in this wreckage.
Grace-wrapping words for the wounds,
Will-submitting words to You, Father--
That will wage war with every soul.
Praying at the wake of dawn--
Weaving more threads into this story.
The waiting is real.
Waves wash over me.
Worthy—Worthy, the Lamb of God.
The watchful gather from the hills
The wise come to adore
You are named, Wonderful, Counselor,
Prince of Peace, Waymaker…
Together we warm-up
While the wicked conjure.
Who You are?
The Son of God--
Messiah;
what promise fulfilled!
Love unexplainable yet attainable
Wipes my slate clean.
Where? In my life, my heart.
My unworthiness made whole.
In the wear and tear of the waiting--
Walk with me Lord;
Ward off my will.
Wholeheartedly, I worship You
For whosoever believes,
Surrenders to the wooden Cross--
You Welcome Home, an eternal reward.
Double You.
Emmanuel, God With Us.
And in that, Peace wedges in.
Hope winds tight around me.
Love strengthens my weakness
And the dance with the Divine is
A Waltz of Grace.
