T'is the season of waiting:
Zechariah waiting in silence
for the promised son;
a young girl waiting expectantly
for the Word to become flesh;
a star waiting
for the mighty to bow low;
a world waiting, groaning
beneath the weight of despair.
At just the right time
He came.
T'is the season of waiting:
for peace, when life is filled
with turmoil and worry;
for comfort, when sorrow
fills the heart;
for grace, when the worst
we feared comes calling;
for love, when we feel
so unlovely and unworthy.
At just the right time
He comes.
Linking to Emily's imperfect prose:
Blessings,
Linda
picture credit http://www.patheos.com/blogs/markdroberts/series/introduction-to-advent/
16 comments:
They wanted a messiah - their definition of a messiah. And they got a baby -- and God's definition of a messiah.
Beautiful, dear Linda.
"At just the right time ... He comes" ... sometimes the waiting is difficult.
Very lovely.
We are still waiting... with hope.
Beautiful poem and I love the pictures I see in it. It is great how you shared singular examples of waiting and just slyly slipped the WORLD in there too. Great thinking going on there!
Linda, this is one of the most beautiful things you've written. Truly.
This is so beautiful, Linda. I love it. I will copy it in my quote journal, if I may.
To answer your question on my blog today: YES! I do love everything about this season!
Linda, this was beautiful!
Lovely.
One of the things our pastor used to remind of us was this: "He may not come when you want Him, but He's always right on time."
Amen...
At just the right time... isn't the the wonderful truth?! Beautiful words Linda!
I really like this :-)
Something about the quiet in your words, Linda, that reminds me that I am not alone in my waiting. Beautiful.
I love Advent... love this time of year. I have the most peace (even in the midst) I have had in years. I know its this new way God is showing me this year through grace, mercy and peace. I am so thankful you are in my life. You have blessed me so very much.
much love,
Teena
linda,
i've read a lot of posts tonight but none like this. you have a special gift. there was a holy quieting in your words tonight. please don't stop writing, okay? you minister, friend. love emily.
*sigh*
just beauty. I'm waiting with you, my friend. Love to you.
We wait. But never alone. And at the right time, He comes.
And my word verification? Calme. Read as "calm." :)
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