4-Letter Praise
While the high tech media, low-minded men
Cuss you out
In 4-letters,
Let us sing to you God of All Becoming
Personal
Beyond all temporary selfishness
Exalted
Higher above than the highest high
Lowliest
Born a despised infant in a barn trough
Rejected
A reviled criminal executed and buried
Abandoned
So many tragic events and centuries past
Everlasting
One now present in all beings and things
Indwelling
Finite, erring beings so ever inadequate yet
Ultimate
But not scientifically evident
Incomprehensible
Incarnated in men’s spiritual acts
Compassionate
Giving, peaceful, patient, joyous
True
4-letter
Word--
Love
In the Light,
Daniel Wilcox
First published in The Mindful Word,
and in the 3rd book collection
of published poetry selah river
Musings on Ultimate Reality, ethics, religion, social history, literature, media, and art
Showing posts with label Christmas poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Christmas poem. Show all posts
Thursday, December 5, 2013
Monday, December 20, 2010
One
One
So awe fulled the birthing
of God’s presents, new cauled
in humble manger’s destiny,
The base and apex of
a starred cave’s presence
of all future festivals
Yet abandoned, forsaken to
the crowned world’s nails,
every man’s cursedness;
Farthest reach of faith
this Apocalypso dancer
crosses the Cosmos,
Morning us night-less;
he compassions Earth
ever peopling Heaven,
Emptying the pitiless bottom
zeroing Apollyon
into ever’s Now
Beloved one, Yeshua
child of the masses
point man for us all.
Have a blessed Christmas.
Daniel Wilcox
Previsously published in The Greensilk Journal
So awe fulled the birthing
of God’s presents, new cauled
in humble manger’s destiny,
The base and apex of
a starred cave’s presence
of all future festivals
Yet abandoned, forsaken to
the crowned world’s nails,
every man’s cursedness;
Farthest reach of faith
this Apocalypso dancer
crosses the Cosmos,
Morning us night-less;
he compassions Earth
ever peopling Heaven,
Emptying the pitiless bottom
zeroing Apollyon
into ever’s Now
Beloved one, Yeshua
child of the masses
point man for us all.
Have a blessed Christmas.
Daniel Wilcox
Previsously published in The Greensilk Journal
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