A Christmas Poem…

“PURE WHITE”

It doesn’t matter
if the snow was falling
fierce or lazily or not at all.

The sinless Son of God
was bright enough without that pall.

Unfinished Masterpieces–a hopeful thought for today

Having tried a couple of times to write a post for this morning, and having gotten hopelessly mired in my own rhetoric…I was reminded of a sonnet I wrote a few years ago about the prerogative of the artist to abandon his work if it’s not up to his own standards.

Sometimes we get so focused on everything that’s wrong with our world, that we forget the Master Artist isn’t finished yet. Against all odds, He hasn’t thrown in the towel on His creation.

Take a moment to be encouraged by that today:

A Christmas Poem

 

PURE WHITE

It doesn’t matter

if the snow was falling

fierce or lazily or not at all.

The sinless Son of God

was bright enough without that pall.

The world, cold, dark and rough

at heart,

whether encased in ice

or just crouched low and acting tough

under its crust of piety—this world

was due to be

dazzled

by the pure white heart of love.    

     -GBL, 2008

 

May you be dazzled by God’s love throughout the coming year.  

–Godsbooklover & Justturnright