DECEMBER 12TH | SONNET OF ANTICIPATION
“I HAVE BEEN WITH YOU WHEREVER YOU HAVE GONE, AND I HAVE CUT OFF ALL YOUR ENEMIES FROM BEFORE YOU. NOW I WILL MAKE YOUR NAME GREAT, LIKE THE NAMES OF THE GREATEST MEN ON EARTH. AND I WILL PROVIDE A PLACE FOR MY PEOPLE ISRAEL AND WILL PLANT THEM SO THAT THEY CAN HAVE A HOME OF THEIR OWN AND NO LONGER BE DISTURBED... I WILL ALSO GIVE YOU REST FROM ALL YOUR ENEMIES....WHEN YOUR DAYS ARE OVER AND YOU REST WITH YOUR ANCESTORS, I WILL RAISE UP YOUR OFFSPRING TO SUCCEED YOU, YOUR OWN FLESH AND BLOOD, AND I WILL ESTABLISH HIS KINGDOM. HE IS THE ONE WHO WILL BUILD A HOUSE FOR MY NAME, AND I WILL ESTABLISH THE THRONE OF HIS KINGDOM FOREVER. I WILL BE HIS FATHER, AND HE WILL BE MY SON. ”
Promises are seeds buried in tiny
spaces -- soil block, womb, imagination.
Each speck a world of shrouded potential
labyrinthine orbit, quiet stillness
universe sown in fidelity's soil
promise of scarlet tomato, of tents
remade in stone, and little fingers curled
around your wondering heart; fruition
is promises built from atoms shot through
with light, life incarnate from wind and dust.
Look for seedlings bursting forth, infant wails,
strong walls telling stories of a promise:
one day you'll wake in love's re-membered light,
hope and faith burned to mere warm memory.