This is the last day of Advent and our post this morning is a beautiful couple of poems by Lewis Pearson, the Parish Community Worker for St James’ Church in Dorset near the South Coast of England. He lives with my wife Jo and son Matthew. They have just moved here and are seeking to explore new forms of church within the village of Alderholt.
During the advent period we often think about, sing about or receive cards with platitudes about Peace, about Silent Nights. I recently was thinking about this and how actually at this time of year these are often the things furthest from our thinking. I then wrote a couple of poems around these themes.
Peace gives that sense of release,
From all those I’m trying to appease.
Too often so long to Shalom,
But found again in the words of a song.
Searching for wholeness in the wilderness,
Can sometimes feel pointless.
But the whole point, is the less of me point,
The more of you point,
Flowing from the tip of my ball point.
So I’ll meet you again in that place I can be,
The who that you made me,
Not the person I try to be,
Or the one that others see.
So help others to see and for me to be,
The same as you see,
So I can truly be me.
A not so silent night is usual for me,
Books and podcast drown out the noise,
That internal noise, the things on my mind,
The things in my soul.
Approaching silence, scary, intimidating,
Seemingly boring, unproductive, the last thing
I want to do.
Yet once there, I find peace, the solitude speaks,
Yes the mind wanders but the God that I seek
Keeps drawing me back as I wait for Him to speak.