With love to all of you from Bonnie, Debbie, Katy, Latayne, Patti and Sharon:
CHRIST, COME SOFTLY
(acrostic poem)
Christ, come softly: the uneven way
Has been prepared. Though angels
Rampant crowd the skies, each one
In his own way praising Thee-- Softly,
Softly come. Through tribulation and joy,
This night whispers hope.
(In exultation, my heart's own voice
Sings! And even the voiceless and deaf rejoice!)
But silvered silence sighs. The skies are emptied now, and
Only for now, this Logos-Child speaks not.
Remembering vows, and veils, and the cup to come, He
Now sleeps. Softly, softly: Christ.
--Latayne C. Scott
6 comments:
Beautiful poem!
Merry Christmas to you all!
It is a wonderful poem, Latayne. Too bad poetry doesn't sell...
Loved the poem! There's just one problem...the skies AREN'T empty now...we just can't see the angels who are all around us every second of every day!
Thank you Carla and the omnipresently-encouraging Steve. (No, really, Steve, poetry is truly a genre you write for its own sake :)
And Lynn, that was a great insight. I have two new grandchildren this year, and when I look into their faces I think of their angels who are beholding the face of God continually -- they're like my living links to Him.
Congrats on the new grandkids, Latayne! I'm going to have 3 new ones in 2010 to join the 3 I have now. Oh they are amazing! Grands are such a special gift! Hope you get to see your grandchildren often!
Merry Christmas!
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