Poems written during a Quiet Evening led by Vivienne Holt --- A Mary Christmas --- at Christ Church Cathedral, Darwin, Anglican Diocese of the Northern Territory. 32 degrees C; 7-9pm.
Reflecting on Annunciation and Incarnation
Here I am
a servant of the Lord
Yes.
I surrender.
May it be
Let…
And – “how” is okay
too.
For there are questions
It is uncomfortable.
“The power of the Most
High”.
I’m not God.
“He will be called Jesus”.
Let it be to me.
Let God
Yes, God
Again… and again
What does it mean?
[Mary hid all these
things in her heart]
“A sword will pierce your
own heart”.
A spear pierced his side.
How?
God knows.
© JCV 09 December 2021,
Darwin.
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I wonder how God puts up with all the
questions.
Bruce Almighty ---- the massive whine
that reaches from earth to God.
The moans of millions
The bickering of billions
How does God…
The shouts of so many
The murdering of multitudes
How does God…
God came down – one of us.
Slept, shit, suffered
(Shat?)
And still we accuse:
How does God???!?!?!?!?!
God does. God loves.
Because he has. God is love.
(And as I write, the foul language
flies flies in from the street and echoes into the expanse of Christ Church
Cathedral Darwin, where Black Jesus hangs on a cross for those who don’t know,
but God does).
© JCV 09 December 2021, Darwin.
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The Annunciation and
other pronouncements
(If I was Gabriel,
frustrated already by Zechariah,
I would have had an
attitude ready for Miss Mary)
But she’s just logical.
She’s different.
Her questions, her
puzzlement,
her fear --- all very normal.
I, Gabriel, know this from
so much experience.
So, I’ll continue:
Joseph sees me in his
dream
And gets up immediately
and goes -
No questions asked.
There are other dreams
and visions
In other times and places
But suffice to say, the
Magi listened too, and obeyed.
And that’s what God is
looking for.
Sure, you can discuss it
But don’t blame me for
what happens next.
© JCV 09 December 2021,
Darwin.
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