by Jenneth Graser. All Rights Reserved
Bethlehem
We seek a filler
like a chocolate cake with a hidden
mousse centre.
It delivers a bang on the tastebuds
riding an endorphin roller coaster
and we’re back at the starting point again.
No amount of round and round the circular route
will lead to a different destination.
When we risk using a map,
we are on our way to somewhere new.
A rut can be filled in with soil
and a nursery provides petunias
and violets aplenty.
Now the rut is one bright garden.
No more pressing the purchase button
on spontaneous urges
to make everything look a bit better,
a bit more up to date, more right.
No more pockets with holes in the bottom
and coming home with bags
of new-new things that make us
feel so good, until they are placed on the shelf
and start gathering dust with the feelings of
empty needing to be filled.
That emptiness is met by the hands of
a baby omnipotent
who started life on earth
in the space of a little human frame.
Now no matter how old we feel, or stale,
His little hands can flail about
under the discontent of longing
to create a new day
under a new star
in a place in our hearts called Bethlehem.
We may begin again
and give out of the abundant peace
that grows with petunias and violets
in reconstituted garden beds.
It feels like the dew
is settling on the grass,
as striving becomes
mulch for the flowers
to grow-and-grow.
1 Timothy 6:6 “Yet true godliness with contentment is itself great wealth.
This post is part of our November Theme Preparing for Advent.
2 comments
I love your poetic take on Advent, Jenneth! These words are especially hopeful and encouraging:
“Now no matter how old we feel, or stale,
His little hands can flail about
under the discontent of longing
to create a new day
under a new star
in a place in our hearts called Bethlehem.”
Thank you, sweet friend, for sharing your insightful gift here and helping us to see more clearly through your words. Bless you. xo
Thank you so much dear Joy! I’m blessed always to hear from you my friend!