In which God comes to His own

by Craig on December 19, 2012


though heartsick, crestfallen, eyes cast low,

a clarion call rings forth

inviting heavenly gaze and vision to rise

for eternity

slips through time

and earth clasps the fingers of heaven

this is His day

years upon years

mysteries obstructed

His voice stilled

and silenced

His nation lay hushed




they had not heard, but had not forgotten



not for a lifetime, not for two

but as many decades

as there were nights

of an ancient storm

that swelled the waters

until the twig signaled new

silence is not forgetfulness

does the sun forget to rise?

promises pledged

a visitation portended

a birth

a life

a sacrifice

he came to his own

his own did not accept him


a glimmer past

shimmers this day

chasing darkness, and grayness, and dimness away

sacred remembrance, holy occasion,

echo of love being born

dutiful husband, pondering bride

witnesses together

of light piercing darkness

hope pulling down fear

of faith splitting doubt

love entered here


As the birthday of God appraches…

I pray that that your heart be the manger,

and the baby, your Savior,

and the angels to surround you, and whisper

that you are safe,

and known,

and loved.


{ 7 comments… read them below or add one }

Willow December 20, 2012 at 10:36 am

Thank you, Craig, for this beautiful poem,
a precious gift to Him and to us.
May Emmanuel be especially close to you
as you remember His coming.


A. December 20, 2012 at 11:21 am

Craig, this is so beautiful. It reminds me of the very first poem you wrote here on your blog, and how much I needed that one, and how much it touched me.

In this one, letting our heart become the manger is the line that stands out to me…I can see that one happening. and i need that. beautiful! that he needs a place in my heart daily……


Sylvia R December 20, 2012 at 12:03 pm

Wow! This leaves me breathless and teary-eyed. My! I want to keep this available permanently. It says it all so beautifully, truly, and profoundly.

And that picture: the manger with the shadow falling across it. I knew I’d seen it somewhere but couldn’t remember where, when I referred to it in answering a comment on my post “The 2nd Half of My Favorite Decoration (We Don’t Use any More)” (or something like that…hah!) So glad I “found” it here!

God bless you profoundly, Craig.


Martha Orlando December 20, 2012 at 6:47 pm

Safe and known and loved . . . May we all feel this joyous security, not just at Christmas, but every day of the year.
Blessings, and Merry Christmas, dear Craig!


Katie December 20, 2012 at 7:06 pm

Oh Craig, your poem is breath taking. It truly reflects love from God! Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!!!!


Debbie December 20, 2012 at 9:22 pm

What a beautiful, beautiful poem, Craig. It made me cry and I loved that line too, about our hearts being the manger. Thank you and God bless you as He holds you and draws near!


Michelle December 22, 2012 at 8:30 pm

Simply. Beautiful.

May you have a Blessed Christmas.


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