Westview Wednesday – Dec. 7, 2022

 If breeze still, and rooftops white

drifts in the new day’s radiant beams,

the place is pleasant and mute, hushed.

Between Avenue and Street, East -West

who has the wisdom to count the clouds?*

Who can tip over the water jars of heaven?*

Begetter again this day, gives birth to frost*

Out of the North He comes in golden splendor.*

Through doors, the plans unknown, minutes counted

One window to the world, hope; peace; offered.

Echoes bespeak through song, prayer, and Word

Hebdomadal the banner continues true and firm

Once, understood by all people a sanctuary strong*

Sins stains it steps where wine and bread make clean.

A scepter comes from Zion, interrupting doubts.

A birth, Bethlehem’s stall, makes shepherds quake*

and angels sing.   Source of light, still for all.

I priest. Vestment worn, ripped, yet bright.

Healing in its wings.  Tears made perfervid.

And the Word was made flesh, and dwelt among us,

and we beheld his glory….*

 (*Job 38:29,37, 37:22, Ps 114:2, Silent Night. Holy Night Stanza 3. Jn 1:14)