Joy Flower
A Poem of the 2nd Sunday of Advent
Joy Flower
Joy Flower Bright sky maker Dancing amid the neurons Of a billion souls Choose what you will. Be teased and toppled by hurricane hearts, Or Shelter a Child, And be lifted on fountains of living water. Gilded, grateful, guided, glad— Gone from the gulag To the terebinth Of tender treats, toys, and laughter. Rejoicing in the hope, Of the stunning news Preludes, the lover of Souls, Coming on the clouds— To rest in a manger.
Hi Friends,
William Wilberforce wrote, “Flowers are the smiles of God’s goodness,” and the season of Advent turns those smiles into laughter. In a particularly rigorous grad school class, I learned that the term gospel or “Good News” comes from the Greek word Euangelion, which can mean “The king is coming.” For me, it’s fantastic to know that the King has come, dwells with His people and the Church, and will reveal Himself in glory, power, and compassion when the time is right. For me, that’s the good news within the Good News — the meaning behind Advent and Christmas!
I’m excited to share the poem “Joy Flower” with you on the second Sunday of Advent. It is part of a series of mystical poems penned for the season of Christmas. I hope it helps you engage more deeply with Jesus in this season of waiting in joy!
“To get the full value of a joy, you must have someone to share it with.” ~Mark Twain~
~Jack
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