To kick of the season of Advent, here is a poem by a good friend, Lucy Jarasius. Lucy is a Christian with interests in dancing, ministry with Aboriginal Australians and social justice.
©Lucy Jarasius 2014
Iffhuwanah, Maid of Gondwana,
made of earth
waiting for light-shining, night-splitting Amor
capable of scaling the heights of blindness
the depths of acts heinous
– sheltering banality, root of carnality
searing pain, needling nerves, jaw-clenching on pain of death
deluded by delving doubters
digging deep holes in the heart
unwelcome windows into the dark
caverns yawning hopelessly
welling up with the weight of waiting
making light of redemptive possibility
Incarnation? Don’t be silly!
Deity wouldn’t take that much of a shine to us
wouldn’t make that much of an effort for us
couldn’t give that much of a damn about us, soiled goods!
waiting, waiting, waiting… lying in wait, lies in the waiting
weighed down by the game of waiting… all lying, but no slumber
If only we could escape, sleep-scape free…
somnambulant eyes, roaming the hilltops from whence cometh our help
scanning the ridges for some light relief, some small spark of soterial reality
really ANYthing remotely resembling a doom-dispelling dawn, drawn from the dreaming
Light dreaming, dreaming of Light, flickering hope,
Is it here? Is it there? Is it really nearly here?
just about there, just here, just there, justice everywhere…really? really!
Deity may yet take a shine to us
Make a massive effort for us
re-spark adam-nation through incarnation, maid of earth,
dirt-made, glory-shards through-shining lightly, reticently recognising the dawn of a new age
…rejecting “I CAN-descence”
for “the Light of the World” to embrace
Star-gazers, found him then, Maid of Gondwana
made of earth
waiting Light-seekers may yet reveal him again…
If you wanna…