Poem for Christmas (2)

God’s plan

 

As weapons are wrought,

And cities fall.

As stomachs rumble,

And muscles waste.

As cold bites at fingers and toes

And the pavement hardens.

As the darkness brings no relief,

only crushing fear.

 

Where is the hope found?

Where is hope found?

 

God’s plan was never strength and might.

God did not plan destruction and distress.

He did not come as conqueror,

Or King.

 

He came as a baby:

A seed of hope

Planted in a dark night

That shivered with fear.

 

Was this foolishness?

No, this was Godliness

 

A baby!

 

Can you see the delight on the faces?

Can you hear the gentle breathing?

Can you find the Christ-child?

Born into your soul;

Renewing your hope;

Bringing love into the world,

Again.

 

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