It strikes me that this year's Christmas poem turned out to be very much "of its time", a reflection of something of what 2020 has felt like ... to me, at least, and I suspect to many.
Perhaps it is appropriate that it draws in a line which almost made an appearance in a poem I wrote back on Easter Sunday.
There is possibly some theological point to make here about resurrection and incarnation but I can't quite think what it might be.
But that aside, it feels fitting and entirely understandable that words which resonated way back in April when we all (or many) of us still sort of believed (or wanted to) that this might all be over in the next couple of months continue to resonate now many months later when things are still, well, not where most of us would like.
Enough preamble.
When our once solid ground feels like shifting sand
When nothing, it seems, goes quite as planned
When all that once seemed certain becomes filled with surprises
Somehow we find that
The world still turns and the sun still rises
When we begin to wonder whether or not we can cope
When we question what signs remind us there’s hope
When we scan the night sky seeking flickers of light
Somehow we find that
Out in the darkness the stars still shine bright
When too much of humanity seems guided by hate
When too many are carrying too heavy a weight
When we wonder or we weep at our human endeavour
Somehow we find that
The love of our God still endures forever
Merry Christmas!
Thank you Steph. As thought provoking as ever and genuinely "of its time". We need to re-read it when all this has begun to fade from our memories and life has returned to "normal". We will surely never completely forget . . . .
ReplyDeleteA timely reminder that, when so much in our world seems wrong we still know that "The love of our God still endured forever."
ReplyDeleteThanks for that Steph, I'll keep a copy.