Words
In the
beginning
were the words.
Unexpected words
and nightmares.
And dreams and decisions
and facing disgrace together
expectantly.
Words in holy spaces
fringed with fear
and wide-eyed silence.
Sky-words
heralding a special birth
read from great distances -
details missing between the stars.
Bright words
in dark places
upending expectations
a holy invitation.
Ancient words
locating the place of treasure.
Words in dreams
weaving safe routes
for tired travellers.
Words told and retold
gathered and treasured
measured
sung and flung wide
invitation
conversation
information...
But in the beginning
right at the beginning
before all noise and shouting
whispers and singing -
in the beginning
was the Word.
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Lucy Marfleet loves reading, laughing, her husband’s cooking, walking her dog and marvelling at how tall the kids are getting. She teaches Biblical Studies for Spurgeon’s College on their Equipped to Minister course and has a Masters in Theology from the International Baptist Theological Seminary. See her blog at www.lucymarfleet.com
Beautiful words, Lucy. Love your poem.
ReplyDeleteGreat post and great poem, Lucy! Really loved the way you used the word, 'word' to tell the nativity story and down to Genesis! Really amazing. Blessings.
ReplyDeleteA thoughtful blog, quite restful to read. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteI liked that. A lot. Skeletal, every word carries an impact. Really good. And true.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your kind comments - and a happy Christmas to all!
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