Nine long months of silence
unable to preach, to pray aloud
to lead the people as he had done
his whole life, a priest broke a silence
a silence of holy purpose, to prepare him
to prepare the people, for an extraordinary
a miraculous message, a message of hope
they and he waited for hundreds of years
that the Messiah was coming, that he
was near at hand
That Zechariah’s son, his son John,
would be Elijah, the one crying out
In the wilderness, the message of hope
revealed, now, through his very son
Wow, stop the presses, put it on the
front page, in bold font, make every
tongue repeat, rejoice, for God
has sent a prophet, anointed by
the words of the silent priest
struck dumb by the hand of God
Given voice by enormous Good News
Let the Gospel begin
December 10, 2006 12:39
Luke 1:5-23 and 1:57-79. Amen!
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