A Poem a Sunday
Advent II C
December 6, 2015
St. Luke
3:1-6 - New Revised Standard Version (NRSV)
The Proclamation of John the Baptist
3 In the fifteenth year of the reign of Emperor
Tiberius, when Pontius Pilate was governor of Judea, and Herod was ruler[a] of
Galilee, and his brother Philip ruler[b] of the
region of Ituraea and Trachonitis, and Lysanias ruler[c] of
Abilene, 2 during the high priesthood of Annas and Caiaphas, the word of God came to John son of
Zechariah in the wilderness. 3 He went into all the region
around the Jordan, proclaiming a baptism of repentance for the forgiveness of
sins, 4 as it is written in the book of the words of the
prophet Isaiah,
“The voice of one crying out in the wilderness:
‘Prepare the way of the Lord,
make his paths straight.
5 Every valley shall be filled,
and every mountain and hill shall be made low,
and the crooked shall be made straight,
and the rough ways made smooth;
6 and all flesh shall see the salvation of God.’”
‘Prepare the way of the Lord,
make his paths straight.
5 Every valley shall be filled,
and every mountain and hill shall be made low,
and the crooked shall be made straight,
and the rough ways made smooth;
6 and all flesh shall see the salvation of God.’”
Footnotes:
A Poem a Sunday
Advent II C
December 6, 2015
St. Luke 3:1-6
Coming
The Word of God came.
From
where?
An inner ache?
A divine sigh?
The desert
silence?
A
wilderness cry?
The Word of God
came.
From
where?
A book?
A blessing?
The open
sky?
The Word of God
came.
From
where?
A spark within?
A heart that throbs
with messages
from the living God?
When
does it come
and where does it go?
This
scattered Word
do we really know?
Dare
we imagine
ourselves pregnant with the Word
giving
birth to revelations
the world has not yet heard?
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Poem a Sunday – December 1, 2015 - Kenn Storck
Love this poem dad! Perfect for Advent.
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