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.


Sheep in the sunset


Image from Pixabay. 


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




Comments

  1. Beautiful words, Lucy. Love your poem.

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  2. Great 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.

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  3. A thoughtful blog, quite restful to read. Thank you.

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  4. I liked that. A lot. Skeletal, every word carries an impact. Really good. And true.

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  5. Thank you for your kind comments - and a happy Christmas to all!

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