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Blue Heron in Verdant Shadows

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December 2010


On That Center of the Universe Night


Our Father, which art in Heaven:

What pride?
What passion?
What pain?

did you feel stirring, competing in your chest
when the little virgin girl finally found her rest
(from her journey, from her labor 
and from explaining to her neighbor
she had no idea, no special insight
about what the Son of God just might look like)

on that center of the universe night

when the hay trough beamed with Eternal Light

and angels sang "Peace!" to shepherds watching little lambs
carefully kept for their bloody slaughter on the altar 
ineffectually atoning for man's 
incessant sin.


Could a Heavenly Father feel pride in the birth 


of His little infant Son?
Could His heart swell inside for the worth
of this solitary One?
This Only Begotten Deity?
This Baby expressing One in Three?
What was on our Father's Mind 
injecting Divinity 
into the morass of time
bathed in afterbirth?
What pride?  Indeed, what worth!


Did passions swirl in this Father's chest


as His ancient Son suckled His mother's breast?
Did the ironies overwhelm this Father's calm:
One with an Infant holding worlds in His palm,
the flesh and blood essence of innocence,
the ultimate image of impotence,
thrust in the savage and heartless gore
of a world swamped in supernatural war?
A Babe is called to pay the ultimate price, 
dwarfing the gift of gold and spice:
whatever it takes!
What passion? Indeed, what stakes! 


Can we compare the Father's tears to rain


as we contemplate the foreseen pain
to be borne by this little bundle of joy and peace
Whose ultimate sacrifice will all sacrifice cease?
Though Creator's Love defies it, 
though self-righteousness decries it,
though Satan's child denies it,
Father's omniscience knows
His Babe, deity wrapped in swaddling clothes,
tortured and murdered at the enemy's hand,
would pay the King's ransom for helpless, ragged man. 
Redeeming Infant here below by priceless Grace above!  
What pain?  Indeed, what Love! 


Copyright, 2001 by Gerald T. Johnson.  All rights reserved. Please, if you so desire, share this poem with family, friends and church.


Merry Christmas!
We thank each of you for your kind support and encouragement throughout the year.
We pray that this holiday season be filled with the presence of Christ in your life.
We love you!
Jerry and Dar Johnson

Jerry and Dar



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