Showing posts with label Christmas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Christmas. Show all posts

Friday, December 5, 2014

Virgin Mary: Conceiving God’s Son


Conceptions
by Mary Harwell Sayler

"Rejoice," the angel said to me.
"The Lord is with you, blessed one."

Yet I wondered how that could be.
Could anyone conceive God's love,
much less His Son?

"Receive the power of
the Most High, Mary, for with God,
nothing is impossible."


Fear left me then on wings
until my spirit, soaring, sang,
expectantly awaiting anything –
conceivable or inconceivable –
the Lord would bring.


©2014, Mary Harwell Sayler, poet, writer, and lifelong lover of Christ, the Bible, and the church


Saturday, November 22, 2014

Present in the Hand of God


Turning Handsprings
by Mary Harwell Sayler

I.

"Give me a hand,
would you?" -- a hand-
some metaphor for asking help when feeling hand-
i-capped by lack of time on hand,
energy lagging behind the task one has been handed.


II.

In Michelangelo’s creation on the Sistine ceiling, the Hand
of God stretches, pointedly, toward Adam’s hand:
the human palm turned from a firm hand
shake, thumb down, into a limp hand
loosely situated to receive a synaptic leap from Hand
to hand
as heaven and earth keep a hand
in designing this hand-
book to be handed
down for generations to those hand-
picked to hold the well-woven hand-
kerchief, handy
now for wiping ancient markings from the hands.


III.

If I hand
myself over to Your keeping, Lord, will You handle
me carefully -- perhaps hand-
feed and caress me, O Living Hand
of God? Give me Your Hand
in marriage. Let me be Your Hand-
made hand-
maiden -- Your Hand-
i-work reflecting Your likeness in my hand-
mirror, hand-held along the life-line of Your undying Hand.


©2014, Mary Harwell Sayler. All Rights Reserved. The poem first appeared in the poetry book, Outside Eden, published in 2014 by Kelsay Books.


Thursday, December 20, 2012

First gift, first Christmas

Offerings
by Mary Harwell Sayler

Listen, Lord,
I trusted them not to trouble
the animals in the barn.

They needed shelter,
but so did everyone.

Such a crowd I've never seen!

It will take weeks to repair
the damages to my inn,
and weeks to forget
that poor Baby on the hay –
maybe longer.

And maybe it wasn't much,
but, listen, Lord!
I turned no one away.

I gave the best
I had to offer.


© 2012, Mary Harwell Sayler. First published in the Vol. XII, No.1, 1985 issue of Time of Singing, the poem also appears in Mary's book of Bible-based poems, Outside Eden, published in 2014 by Kelsay Books.

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