The Poem I wrote a Few Weeks ago...Such as It is

(Not my best, I admit...but I always will remember when I was a child and I went with my parents to a nearby church for a gospel sing, and a woman got up and said "I am going to try to sing His Eye is on the Sparrow) my mother leaned over to me and said. "Never say you are going to try to sing a song, Susan...just sing it no matter how it sounds." And so is the poem I wrote during Christmastide

Sometimes the Call's to Bethlehem

Sometimes the call's to Bethlehem

"Why now?" sighs Mary, round.

The shepherds' praise; the Baby's cry

These answers sing Love's sound.

Sometimes the call's to Egypt-land

Far from the "used to" place

There learn God's many languages

See with new eyes God's face

Sometime the call's to Nazareth

To home and hearth and rest

There strengthened through Love's exercise

There live as True Love's guest

Sometimes the call's "Take up thy cross!"

We do, but such a cost!

To follow through shadows, dim

We fear to be led lost

Although a false call so very wrongd

Sings in our weakened ears,

Hear now another sound

Old Luther's rhyme still rings clear

Wonder, love and grace

The Word made flesh

Fells Evil, erases fear

(There may be more, and revision to make this more profound...but another couple personals verses tonight...)

My rhyme is faltering

Sometime it's feels so wrong

Impossible to make my complex life

Fit in lines eight syllables long

No matter cerebral nauseousness

Or bad head- or real heart- ache

A joy so crazy fills my soul

It makes "just happy" fake

A joy that pushes boundaries

Of "who" and "what" is worthy

A joy that makes my whole self beam

God's love so wild and wonderful makes sorrow just a dream

A joy that sings from grief and grave

Of loved ones gone too soon

A joy that eventually trumps the tears

Gives hope and future room

And that is true and can be trusted...the joy part, I mean.