Showing posts with label Poems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poems. Show all posts

Sunday, December 18, 2016

One at Christmas (A Poem)

Plan of the ages
Prophetic advent calendar,
Countdown to fullness of time,
God reconciling us in Christ.
Too long we have wandered away
Even rejected his help
Yet Holy Love could not leave us
Lost, dying, alone.
He has come seeking us all.
Now we want to be found.

Light dawns in the darkness as
Enfleshed divinity, is
Revealed, not concealed
To the nations,
Incarnational atonement
Begins among us
Living as fully as we will allow.
Drawn or fleeing
It plainly can’t be ignored,
Things are different now.

Peace invading a strife-filled planet
Reaching out, drawing near,
Holding close
King in infant vulnerability.
Overflowing purity
Born into our gutterish life
Yet purposefully serene in
Undiminished love of the Father
Announced, approved,
So that we might approach.

Emmanuel,
Divine wholeness with us dwelling,
Assuming our weaknesses, struggles, pain,
Nature, will, emotions,
That it, which is us, might be healed, saved,
Reconciled, Redeemed,
Back to the Father’s family.
We are made one at Christmas
Glorious arrival,
Home at last.

© Greg K. Dueker 

Friday, January 1, 2016

New Year's Eve: A Poem

I wrote the following reflection regarding our cultural celebration of the New Year in 1992...which is ironically a lot of celebrations ago. I thought I would share this poem with you all this year.

New Year's Eve
The night the world
Celebrates and inebriates
Reliving the dying old year
Suddenly relishing
The time it spent
A year killing.
Simultaneously...
They try to remember it—
Grasping for something
Substantial to show for a year exchanged.
They try to forget it—
Guilt-ridden,
Feeling pain, failure, stress, insignificant, played out.

The world looks back
On trivial glories of the past
Entertaining
Hopes that the New Year
Will make things right.

The church looks forward
On its knees to fruitful service
Watching
Till that day
All be made new.

New Years are like the Law.
Powerless to save,
They testify against us
Showing us where we went wrong.
We don't need a New Year,
We need a new birth.


© 1992 Greg K. Dueker