The RevGals are doing the Friday Five thing and I’m doing the poetry thing, so it seems logical in my own odd little universe to write today’s poem around today’s challenge…
Tell us five ways in which you are anticipating, or your life is moving towards light, joy, hope–new things: new ideas, new hobbies, new people…and so on.
And so here goes…
The plastic cup is still there, half-hidden by the lower branches of the shrub.
Perhaps it escaped from the recycle bin,
or the hand of a careless teenager riding with friends to school, windows open
or the back of a pickup
or the back of my car,
And found itself rolling along, pushed by the playful breeze,
Then suddenly stuck.
scratched by twigs and branches,
explored by tiny bugs and squishy frogs
washed by the rain and baked by the sun, until
The letters that shouted BIG GULP almost disappeared.
Forgotten- well, briefly noticed at times.
But only in those moments
when we were in too much of a hurry to leave. Or to go inside.
Waiting for the one person who would see
The one person who would see the cup.
The one person who would see the cup was still a cup.
We wait, too, for
The One who knows what it is to be tossed away,
used up and broken,
The One who fills those who are tossed aside as worthless,
with water that quenches thirst and restores life.
The One who lifts up those who have disappeared before our eyes,
calls them by name and renews their spirits.
The One who shines light into the darkness,
of a thicket of branches
and past walls that isolate a wounded heart.
The Light of the World
Who was, Who is, Who is to come.