Dear Joseph,
This year, thinking about Christmas,
I’ve been thinking about how similar we are.
We’re both dads.
That’s probably where the superficial similarities
stop, to be honest.
But I think you dreamt a life.
I wonder if your dreams
Close-held, deep ones, real ones
suddenly just didn’t seem important.
Did you feel the unexplainable joy
and describable life confusion
of the first-time father?
Did being the earthly father of the son of God
make that harder or easier or the same?
Did your son, the Son of God, upend your life a
bit?
Did you wonder what God wanted of you, giving you
such a son?
Did you long for the Messiah?
Did you long for the Messiah, knowing he lived in
your house?
If you did (and I think you did), how did it feel,
to know the new world was breaking through, one
day at a time?
To see your dream grow up, Friday to Saturday to
Sunday?
I ask because God gave me a son
And I feel the indescribable joy
And the describable life confusion
But I ask also because I know your Son
And I am still wondering what he wants of me
Even as I feel the new world breaking through
One day at a time
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