The Great Coming of the Lord
Advent,
the first coming,
is quiet.
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.
Listen… Behold…
He is come
in the awesome quiet of a winter’s night.
Listen… Behold…
He is come…
even in the darkness of a wanting heart…
so quiet, so small, the majesty of the Lord…
is here.
© 2015 Christina Chase
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Although crippled by disease, I'm fully alive in love. I write about the terrible beauty and sacred wonder of life, while living with physical disability and severe dependency. A revert to the Catholic faith through atheism, I'm not afraid to ask life's big questions. I explore what it means to be fully human through my weekly blog and have written a book: It's Good to Be Here, published by Sophia Institute Press.
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