Tuesday, December 11, 2018

december evening, annunciation

















my plan was a 
a ten minute
walk

out the back door
down the driveway
and up the gravel road

just for a fresh breath
of air

but within
a minute of setting out
the revelation began

(cries of
geese filling the air)

i scanned the horizon
in every direction

nothing

finally
turning my face
directly upward

i saw them

flying 
high and away
into the pink feathery clouds 

seemingly heaven bound

light from the great star
reflecting from their underbellies

then 
just before fading from sight

they turned
and  circled back

directly overhead
again

this time
so low 

i could hear 
the beating of their wings

north
they flew

the air was warm

the world 
still



“Every human being is “formed to be a spectator of the created world and given eyes that he might be led to its author.”  John Calvin

“So go to the window. go to the hills, the desert, the corner, the back door and be ravished and taken and awed.” Ann Voskamp

*This season of advent, i am reminded again of how at a particular point in history God came “low”. So low that one could actually hear the sound of his footsteps.