The Moment

Hope wrapped in mystery

Swaddled bundle

Creator of the cosmos

Humanity and deity, for the first time one

All and both.

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Anticipated for thousands of years,

By a people whose very identity

Was defined by ritualistic waiting.

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Then the divine silence came

Hundreds of years of darkness

Creation groaning with expectancy

Quietness…

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Yet the promise of the Messiah was not forgotten

Though not seen, felt, or heard;

Condescension beyond comprehension was coming.

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Hush, shattered by angelic pronouncements

To common shepherds keeping watch in the field

The long-awaited One arrived in humility

Wonder revealed in this tiny babe.

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Yearning for ages before, fulfilled,

Reflected on for centuries to come

As the advent of new

The moment that changed eternity

And the soul felt its worth.

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~Poem & Photo by Amy Nichole Felt

 

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