Monday, December 05, 2016

Monday, December 5, 2016

Isaiah 35:1 -2

The wilderness and the dry land shall be glad,
   the desert shall rejoice and blossom;
like the crocus it shall blossom abundantly,
   and rejoice with joy and singing.
The glory of Lebanon shall be given to it,
   the majesty of Carmel and Sharon.
They shall see the glory of the Lord,
   the majesty of our God. 


Glory cloaks the trees, filling
the heart on winter’s morning,
the first snow now fallen, arriving
gently on a Sunday morning as
I stopped to gaze through alcove
windows of the sanctuary before
setting the table for the Eucharistic
feast freely given to human souls,
freely as winters grace, silver
flakes floating, coating lifeless
limbs as a single finger leaf, red
as winter cardinals, clung to a slender
branch, holding fast to its life source,
breathing joy into me, the joy of seeing
winter’s glory and knowing within
this Love for … Everything,
this love, yes, a greater glory yet.

Within the walls people sing; they pray,
talk and remember the heartbreak and
hope of those standing near. And I see,
I see! You give eyes to see the glory
you are in a mother’s tale telling
how her child was saved and reaching
to another whose beloved, now ashes,
rests in the garden tomb, out the alcove
windows, a grief covered now with silver
flakes, a gracious snow reminding that Love,
silent as snowfall, covers and cloaks all,
even this heartache, with the glory of Love’s
wonder and winter’s exquisite art.

Glory, it’s all glory,
and we shall see it … together
and be glad.

Pr. David L. Miller                                                            

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