It was my turn to write the 19th annual Christmas poem & I really struggled with it. After 18 years of poems I guess it can be difficult to approach the subject in a new way. I'm still not sure what I think about it as a Christmas poem, but it's what came & it's what went out in our cards this year.
If you're feeling brave you can read the other 18 poems here. Dr. M wrote the ones where his name is listed first and I wrote the ones where mine is.
Rebecca Jo at Knit By God's Hand gave me the idea for this poem in this post. It went in a different direction from what I thought when I started, but she got me started down this road.
Stretch Out Your Hand
Every day my head snaps back
in surprise at evil.
Like a child, wide-eyed and amazed,
every time. Upheaval.
I try to be cynical,
to harden my heart.
Jaundiced and jaded,
But, like a child, my head snaps back
again and again
and again and I'm gasping for breath
calling your name.
Lord God Jehovah.
God of this morass.
God of my tender heart.
God of first and last.
Hear my cry as my head snaps back
for the wounded world
and for the sometimes wounded me
and sometimes hope tightly furled.
Jesus said, "Stretch out your hand."
That withered hand made whole.
Is that the answer then?
Unfurl the hope and free the soul.
And one more time my head snaps back
as I realize the meaning -
that I am not a mute observer
while the world awaits its healing.
Sing noel for Jesus has come!
His outstretched hand touches mine
and anoints my head and heart to
go forth go forth this Christmastide!
Dana and Mike Rhyne
This poem is being posted as part of the early edition of One Shot Wednesday. Please go here to check out the other poets.