Love Came

This poem was written at Advent, but works equally as an Easter poem. It was written many years ago, before I became a Quaker, and holds a strong resurrectional message. Now that I am worshipping in a less trinitarian based setting, many people I know would find the words of this poem difficult. This also applies to myself, as I have moved towards pluralism in my beliefs over time. But however much we value other traditions and ways to access God, we each have practices and experiences that work for us, individually. I read this poem back and I still get a very strong sense of God working in my life – of the eternity we are given to live a life in God and the spirit, whatever words we use to describe our experience, and whatever route we come to it…

Love came to us in white, a virgin’s child,
Wrapped tight in swaddling bands, a boy
Laid in a manger, straw for bedding piled,
Because of Him, I hold an Advent joy.

Love came to us in black, the curtain torn
From top to bottom, heralding His death
Upon a cross, destiny of baby born,
Because of Him, sin-free I live on earth.

Love came to us in red, Passion of blood,
From human womb to glory wrought from Thee,
An infant’s smile, wide as a river flood,
Because of Him, I have eternity.

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