Still (57)

This is a rough draft of a poem I wrote today. I will probably edit and rewrite and maybe repost it next year, but I wanted to share it with you while it is timely.

Still

I am Anna

I have spent long days in the house of my God.

My eyes have grown weary as I’ve watched and waited

For One.

I long for my Heavenly home but can’t go

Until…. But still,

I need joy this night.

I am Joseph

This is not happening the way I had planned

I feel the weight of the world at the door.

They say it’s crazy. Some say I’m brave.

I’m just trying to obey

His will. But still,

I need joy this night.

I am the shepherds

My life was interrupted by a song from Heaven

And now I’m on a curious mission.

I have rough and dirty hands and can’t fathom why a king would choose

This cold soul on a hill. But still,

I need joy this night.

I am the wise men

My head and heart are full of questions and dreams.

I have come a long way in seeking the truth.

Knowledge I have, but now it’s light I must seek.

Perhaps I won’t find it

I hope I will. But still,

I need joy this night.

I am King Herod

I am terrified of the news of One

Both smaller and greater than me.

His very existence threatens my kingdom

He is the enemy

Of all my hands have built. But still,

I need joy this night.

I am Mary

I am weary from this journey to find a promise kept.

Even the blessing I prepare for has great sorrow to come.

I know all must be done to accomplish

His will. But still,

I need joy this night.

Do you need joy this night?

Joy has come!

He’s here now and is coming still.