Mankind’s mind mines to find divine, why?
If there was no greater Being, why’d we hope for greater seeing?
Wonder what wonder’s for if no Maker’d come before.

‘Fore genesis the eminence did coexist in synthesis
‘Sides that voidless lay a noiseless play
Nary a scattered matter without a planned disaster
Til a breath puts in motion all forms of devotion.

Homo sapient intellect inspects every evidence
Invisible tissue connects all issues for relevance
‘Til Reason’s revealed as a universal element

Yet the greats debate, postulate, pontificate
Even Reason’s fate waits on some proof to placate
The wise who demonstrate strength though they speculate
Planet quakes for the date when all knowing penetrates.

What purpose have we in these numbered days?
A circus unless we stress better ways
What meaning to brain waves, breaths made, and blood veins?
None lest this puzzle fits square in the frame.

Logos leaves the station to visit the nations
Abstract pieces fit perfect in real skincarnation
Logos calls the wise foolish while the weak-minded get it
Not a mind bend but heart mend, transformed if they let it

Logos landed meek, ‘pon the earth postured bleak
Buried treasure unearthed to all who did seek
Reason we trample, curse at, put to death
Though it rises, resides, points truth back to Himself.

A reflection of John 1: 1-5, 14-18

Son of David tosses in his bed
What comes next
Your betrothed took another man insteadNow perplexed
What is just what is grace fills his head
So complex
You’re ashamed she’s a shame all lost cred

Behold, apparent apparation visits verily in a vision
Drops a pointed proposition, redirects the man’s position
Marry Mary merrily mentioned, this pregnancy defies convention
Isaiah’s forecast finds ascention, now you’ll father God’s foremention.

Son of David sees off the magi
What a gift
Settle in Bethlehem come the night sky
Time to shift
From the joy of the guests to a goodbye
Now the rift
Will enlarge with the king and his populi

Behold, a heavenly invitation to arise and flee the nation
Firstborn kids’ annihilation immenent don’t sit now hasten
Take your wife and boy awake them, flee to Pharoah’s habitation
Stay ’til further revelation of foul Herod’s expiration.

Son of David gets the call to go
From the angel
Take your wife and firstborn home
Back to Israel
Check that you must further roam
Father faithful
Gets the branch to Nazareth where He may grow.

Behold, obedient descendant leaves the Lord’s line represented
Mary’s honor he defended, evil tyrant circumvented
When Emmanuel descended, ‘pon your nurture He depended
Dreaming Joseph you we mimiced, God said “go” and we submitted.

A reflection of Matthew 1: 20-25, 2: 13-15, 19-23

Readers, it would appear that I’ve taken a break from writing this year, but I haven’t! I took some time to write a number of poems for Christmas. In the next few days, I’ll publish a couple of them here. Hope you enjoy.

The priest wholly immersed near the holies in verse
His pleas slowly traverse through the incense disbursed
The girl sits ‘neath the tree and reflects silently
Her furled sets of old creeds project faithfully

The angel comes near and says not to fear
He’s able to steer their emotions to hear
The words so profound ‘stead of clear they confound
They surge round their heads to their ear they resound

The old woman’s womb will now bear a son
Her bold summons bloomed to bury the shun
The young virgin’s womb will now make a king
Her subservient view sees to grace everything.

Can such farfetched riffs really be trusted?
Can much tarnished myths of their ped’gree be busted?
Can Yahweh make fruit in the weed-upon earth?
Can Yahweh take root with no seed to spawn birth?

The priest pries improperly for proof from the prophet
He’s ceased to try sovreignty so reproof comes to stop it
The girl gowned in grace goes to gain just a gander
Of Gabe’s endowed place knows what Yahweh is after

The priest now left mute from his lacking belief
The girl resolute from this cracking debrief
One sage now makes signs for his words to be heard
Young-aged gal takes time to assure what she learned.

Two queries two answers two outcomes to ponder
How’ll I know? You will not. May her womb tune your wonder.
How can this be and I remain faithful?
His grace is so great just obtain and be grateful.

The archangel departs post his gift of good tidings
The exchange will move hearts to lift the abiding
What will you inquire from the heavenly hearer?
Will you trust He is higher so to let Him be nearer?

Reflection on Luke 1: 5-38