Sunday, November 29, 2009


Still Coming God,
we long for a glimmer
a hint
that you are almost here
and our work is
almost done.
We pray
"Make it better"
through the dark nights
and are met
We are troubled to consider
that you are still
teaching us
a lesson:
to believe
what we cannot
Like a woman in labor,
we pray for
easy birthing pains
speedy delivery.
But you have already labored
to the point
of death;
we are impatient.
May HOPE be
your Advent gift to us,
not our
indulgent lament
to you,
Still Coming God.


Rev. Carla said...

A little too dark for worship but a very beautiful poem. Thank you

Anonymous said...

Congratulations! Here's a Christian Century poem that those without an MFA can understand and appreciate.

Diane said...

wonderful!.... in so many ways