Advent Poem: The Season of Enough

It’s the season to journey
to places we know so well
but haven’t been to…
and now it is time
in this never enough world
to declare the season has come:
it’s the season of enough!

ENOUGH!

Enough of the certified baby so boring,
our “gentle Lord Jesus so timid, meek and mild”,
enough of the muffled mage soft-spoken and sage
who wouldn’t say shit even if He’d a mouthful!

Enough of the small household pet of the pious
and pompous, there on the shelf beside the wood stove,
right next to the Hummels and rolling His eyes to the heavens above
hanging from that jeweled crucifix so goddam decorative!

A God
shouldered It’s Way
into the world that day!
A God,
rough and roaring
and wrapped in the skin
of a baby asleep,
hidden here in our world,
stepping down out of Heaven
and into a stable
so filthy and smelly
and lowing with cattle
and held in the arms
of an unmarried mother
who everyone thought
was a loose filthy whore!

This God is glowing and rippling with Power,
pregnant with Presence and poised there with Promise,
This is the Lion come down with sheathed claws
and become the White Lamb with the Lion’s Red Heart
fairly roaring with passion to blow away lies
and to shatter injustice, whip greedy backsides
and to plunder oppressors so Liberty Lives!

Open your ears to the central lone question
of Advent…concealed in this Lion Heart wrapped in a baby…
do we need deliverance?  do we even want it?
do we even know what deliverance is?
do we have a lingering longing for something,
the chance to start fresh, to be granted “do overs”
A Miracle Mulligan of Christmas Mercy
wrapped in the Mystery of the Great Lion
who’s wrapped in those swaddling clothes in that manger
and lying so meek and so quiet, so LOUD
in the silence surrounding this moment of presence
when everything holds its breath
watching…watching…
waiting…waiting…

for the kind of thoughts that expose deception,
and pierce every darkness, shatter hearts of iron
and rewrite the stories of sorrow and loss
into tales of glad tidings and mercy majestic
and Mystery stripped down
and become enough.

Enough.  Yes.

This is the season of Enough.

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3 thoughts on “Advent Poem: The Season of Enough

  1. “A God
    shouldered It’s Way
    into the world that day!
    A God,
    rough and roaring
    and wrapped in the skin
    of a baby asleep,
    hidden there in our world,
    stepping down out of Heaven
    and into a stable
    so filthy and smelly
    and lowing with cattle
    and held in the arms
    of an unmarried mother
    who everyone thought
    was a loose filthy whore?”

    Such power here!!

    Chills.

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