Friday, December 30, 2011


I love the way the prophets regularly re-name the people of Israel, reminders to them that they are loved and cared for and seen, even sought out by God.  I still need regular reminders.

You shall be called:  Sought Out, a City Not Forsaken.
                                                                                Isaiah 62:12

In this season of gray,
No snow even lightening
The landscape,
Jesus lies helpless in the manger.
Shepherds have returned
To their flocks and fields.
Angels have returned
To heaven.
The ox and ass look on
With the unwed parents.
Soon the Wise Men will arrive
With unlikely gifts,
Fit for a Messiah
Hardly useful now.
He will be alive for years.
He will give us a glimpse,
An inkling in the Temple
At twelve
Of what is to come,
Upstart pre-teen but maybe
There is something there.
Still we wait.
It seems
We always wait.

Isaiah still speaks
To our condition.
He calls us: Sought-Out,
In the way of nicknames
We are called
For short.
There is comfort
In nicknames.

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