Monday, February 24, 2014

Your Sun – v2

Looking out my office window
cold clear December morning
snow, ice, still covering some of the lawn
across the yard, to the cross
the labyrinth, still draped
a mantle of snow remaining

Your sun, Lord, shining
alive with light, with color
falling on the birch cross
Your sun on the cross
remembering, in this Advent season

Your son, coming into the world
first as a baby, wrapped in swaddling
in that humble manger bed
Climbing that cross, by His choice
following your will, the Servant, even unto death

Coming again, in his final victory
your light coming into the world once more
shining your light into the darkness
Your son, no longer on the cross
seated on the throne, victorious
the sun on the cross, in the yard
remaining in snow


edited February 24, 2014
Your Sun – v2
December 8, 2009
Your Sun

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