Advent - choice - and the voice

"And a voice came to me in a dream and said:

‘Come with justice, for I am hungry and thirsty in a land of plenty,’

and a voice said,

‘Come with mercy, for I am a stranger in this place,’

and a voice said

‘Come with righteousness, for I am imprisoned without trial,’

and a voice said

‘Come with love, for my heart is sick with hopelessness and fear.’

And a voice said,

‘Come, live with me in this divided community and we will break down the walls together.’

and the voices were many

and the voices were one.

And the people knew whose voice it was

and their faces were etched with the agonies of decision.

And the dream ended.

But the voice remains

And the choice remains,

And the people still wait for light

And the GOD who lives with the least of his children in the wilderness places –  still waits for them."

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Thanks to my guardian angel for the above adaptation of the final part of "Light in the Asphalt Jungle" by Vincent Harding.

Comments

[Craig (mars-hill)]

With all the 'advent' poetry flying around at the moment, this one really struck me.

Thanks for sharing ;)