the Lord of hosts will prepare for all peoples
a banquet of rich food.
On this mountain he will remove
the mourning veil covering all peoples,
and the shroud enwrapping all nations,
he will destroy Death for ever.
The Lord will wipe away
the tears from every cheek;
he will take away his people’s shame
everywhere on earth,
for the Lord has said so.
That day, it will be said: See, this is our God
in whom we hoped for salvation;
the Lord is the one in whom we hoped.
We exult and we rejoice
that he has saved us.
Isaiah 25: 6-10
Why remain?
Step deeper into the world
now, through the dust lanes of someone's eyes:
the light leaves so soon
from the paths we make,
and you will begin to feel
your way through
the darkness,
touching the beautiful
braille of God
you are learning
to see by.
When the blinding
comes,
in the soft shake of a moment;
like lit snow
off the manes of clouds
tossing over
the frozen plains
of our hearts;
like stampeding wild fire
of love.
Great post! I love this Advent season and reading Isaiah and God's love and compassion for all humankind.
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Yes! I do as well. Thank you for your generous response. So glad you stopped by and good to meet you, Anne's son. Your mother is wonderful and a great writer! I enjoy reading her posts. A Blessed Advent to you....
DeleteCynthia-this is lovely! I'm sure I had more thoughts to share but was surprised to see my son's comment above and he took the words right out of my mind! I had no idea he read your poetry!
ReplyDeleteSo glad to meet him too! Thanks!! A Blessed Advent to you too!!!
DeleteBravo! There is much to contemplate here -- dryness, (our own and others'), etc. This is a neat perspective. So different for you. Once again, intriguing details and metaphor. I especially enjoy "the desert sands of...eyes." and "manes of clouds tossing..." . I will read it again and sit with it longer!
ReplyDeleteThanks Amy! It is a bit different...I appreciate your thoughtfulness. God Bless friend!
DeleteCynthia, I'm reading this piece again and find it so touching. The last nine lines are magic. I love the "soft shake of a moment" (and of course the rest that follows). The braille of God is an interesting metaphor. We are called to decipher, in a way, his messages, aren't we? When we stop, when perhaps we give up, or feel like giving up, we must remember that his words are all around us, even if we cannot feel them falling on our hearts. At times, it is hard to remember this, sometimes it is impossible. And so we are thankful for reminders like these. May you find comfort and blessings in your good works!
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