Christmas Meditation Poem by one of our elders, Donald Bruce
If God should come to earth,
how should he come?
If the divine, the transcendent would
transcend the laws of physics he wrote,
fuse the dimensions of body and spirit,
pierce the canopy ‘tween earth and heaven
and break through upon earth.
How would it be?
Should we want such a coming:
in divine power, as would create worlds out of nothing
in majesty, beyond monarchies of man’s making
in beauty, that turns all else dowdy
in might, that none could withstand
and in justice, that sears the heart of human corruption?
Aye, for there’s the rub
For we should be judged by such a one
and found wanting.
Should we want such a coming,
if he were too holy for us?
Such irrefutable evidences as these
but not convert.
Unless we were willing to do more
than merely spectate,
if God should appear.
It would be better if God came quietly
like one of us,
as one of us.
In a place so obscure, mere onlookers wouldn’t notice
where only those prepared to be changed would see.
God would send a one-night-only gala concert of angels
to folk so low in status they would receive it, simply
and, for joy, run out and share such good news!
God would move seekers of truth from afar, so dedicated
they would travel to earth’s ends,
to give treasures to a baby in a feeding trough.
God seeks not unmoved observation
The jeweler who would sell all for that One jewel,
The searcher who finds treasure in a field and for joy sells all to buy it.
The devout girl who would risk all, in trusting obedience to God
Such rash faith
that would travel across aeons of space and time
to save humanity from its petty illusion of mastery,
not in pomp and power
but in the helplessness of a baby
and the cross of a dying saviour.
Such rash faith calls from each, who would be changed,
the rashness to believe:
This is the Saviour.
This is God come to earth.
by Donald Bruce
24-26 December 2020