Pilgrim

Christmas has come Presents unwrapped Tree emptied of gifts Carols joined in with Card written and posted Is this all there is? No snow this year White Christmas only in dreams of yesteryear The Earth is changing rapidly Adapting to what we have done Floods, hurricanes, storms as never before If we don’t adapt, then what will happen? Political point scoring Apocalyptic madness Refugees of war The disease of corporate greed Worshipping money and power Can we not see the consequences? The Christ has come Yet still unrecognized, unseen Unwrapped, ignored, imprisoned within his manger Jesus, Immanuel God in human form Jesus out of the manger Jesus at large, to the world a danger Jesus the rebel, the healer The sacrifice The King Our Lord and our God

I sit at home, waiting Waiting for a mac to boot up, Waiting or the kettle to boil, Waiting for the phone to ring Waiting for an email. Waiting for something less banal on daytime TV Waiting for truth from an MP Waiting to see the GP Waiting in a queue for the blood lady Waiting to see a therapist I have become almost an expert at waiting And yet I know so little Energy levels deleted A mind wrapped in fog Too tired to think or plan I cry out to God, not sure if he is listening Why?   What do I do with this? “Wait and rest in me” – the reply Wait and rest in me So I try to see God in my waiting To see God in the moment And so I sit at home waiting. Waiting for God who came as a child outcast For God who will come again as King And who comes now – in our waiting.