POEMS FOR ADVENT and CHRISTMAS 2010
“Preparing the Magi”
In silence I wait for Him,
trembling I search Him out.
Where will he be, I ask
my peers, who shout aloud
"Behold he comes!"
Seers seem so silly sometimes.
The angel told me patience,
and so I wait.
from state to state
If God has come
to my own home
How will I greet Him?
With love full grown.
Few would heed an angel's coming,
fearful of unwanted storming,
unpleasant pains, unwanted unrest,
when angels come with God's request.
Yet here she stood, most pure in thought,
and gave the word, her holy fiat.
“Ecce Leo Dei”
There is a hint of something coming
slowly, surely, but it is coming.
Can't you hear it, breathing strongly
a lion roaring, barely sleeping,
waiting, hoping to start leaping,
He is hunting, waiting, watching.
not tamed, but angry, vicious, and wild.
He stalks his prey, an impure child,
that runs rampant through defiled
He wants to feed on those converted,
but cannot if they aren’t herded.
”Beware,” the serpent's whisper still,
"Avoid the lion; liberty He'll kill."
Then the serpent ran away,
fearful of that dreadful day,
the lion's birthday come at last,
a living breath from God full blast.
Who would listen to what we said,
an echoed voice from prophets dead,
He comes, He comes,
From Heaven to Earth
He comes, He comes.
the Way of New Birth.
Come Sinner! Come Saint,
Bathe in the glory.
A beautiful portrait His life will paint,
His Gospel, His story.
“To my Lady, Mary”
Ave, Ave, Ave Maria.
Hail my Queen.
Hail my Lady.
Hail my Hope.
Hail, Hail, Hail, O Mary
Full of His Life, Beautiful Rose
Stainless, Purest One.
Flawless Jewel, Shining Gold
Hail My Lady!
Rejoice o daughter, your Lord comes soon.
Beware, o evil, the coming monsoon.
A King is coming, not one to boast,
though he’ll expel thee, Satan's host.
Rejoice again, throughout the land,
Feel not far from God's own hand.
Hear now his voice, feel now his trust.
Let not your swords then turn to rust,
for a fight is coming, a war appears,
when even just deaths will cause hot tears,
when young and old die in battle fray,
And peace and calmness away do stray.
But Rejoice, again, for he that brings war,
Brings too hope and love and peace evermore.
You can feel the hush as the chill surrounds you.
It’s like dying.
Something died tonight: a growl was heard,
Echoing through the dead lands.
The war is reaching its climactic finally,
Rally, Rally, Rally the troops.
Behold, he is here.
Venite! Come, let us go to Him!
The only sound is our footsteps,
Winding towards the simple castle.
No guard guards, nor archer watches.
We enter in unharmed.
Draw breath and enter,
Cast the chill away.
Feel warmth, feel strength,
As Daylight shines at night.
BEHOLD THE KING!
Bow down, man, bow down.
Do you not see the infant king?
His eyes are deep, his manner meek.
His servants moo and even bleat.
Inhale the incense of his new abode,
The sweet smell of His own creatures.
Bow before Him, the KING of the world.
No ordinary king, to be sure,
But the King of Kings, the great High Priest,
A hero divine, a prince of peace.
Tremble before him, and know his mercy.
He takes away our sins. He breaths in us new life.
But not yet.
For now He sleeps.
He has years to save us,
Any moment he could do it.
But he will do it when he wills,
And not a moment sooner
Who do we tell of the glories of God?
Our neighbors? Our masters?
We tell our friends, who tell theirs too.
We are ready, for He comes, He comes,
Behold He comes.
We must tell someone.
And in the silence of the night,
The calm remains unbroken.
The still and silence breathes new life
Into the wayward world.