With the dawn of Advent and a new church year this coming weekend, we are launching a new feature on our website, a weekly post of poetry that resonates with the lectionary readings for that week (Revised Common Lectionary).
Lectionary Reading: Isaiah 2:1-5
What Will Soon Take Place
(Paraclete Press 2018)
Alpha, Omega: it makes no difference.
The heavenly city of God has come down.
He makes his dwelling place
in the muddy corner of your garage,
the oncologist’s office,
the space between paper and pen.
Run your fingers along the foundation walls
studded with onyx and topaz.
Bask in the jasper.
Hear the gate-squeak of pearl on gold.
Pain and tears will pass away,
but for now he bedazzles
your blisters and tissue,
saline and nerve,
somehow—do you believe it?—
the neck of a kneeling man
about to lose his head to the sand.
He prays for water, just one last
drink. The sword lifts,
then springs bubble up in the dark.
Copyright © 2018 by Tania Runyan
Used by permission of Paraclete Press