the first coming,
Silently he comes
in the womb of a virgin,
the womb undisturbed, untouched by man.
Patiently he comes
in the strength of her forbearance,
until she delivers her first born son.
Fragilely he comes,
a suckling newborn –
the Incarnation of God.
Tenderly he comes
in the arms of his mother,
needing to be swaddled, nurtured, loved.
He is come
in the awesome quiet of a winter’s night.
He is come…
even in the darkness of a wanting heart…
so quiet, so small, the majesty of the Lord…
© 2015 Christina Chase
There once was a cripple…
who wasn't afraid to acknowledge that she was a cripple or to share her life of wonder, struggles, sorrow, and joy with perfect strangers. Here I am.
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