Thursday, December 24, 2009

Merry Christmas from us all...



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:

Carla Gade said...

Beautiful poem!

Merry Christmas to you all!

Steve G said...

It is a wonderful poem, Latayne. Too bad poetry doesn't sell...

Lynn said...

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!

Latayne C Scott said...

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.

Lynn said...

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!

Tina said...

Merry Christmas!