by Eugene Peterson
“...an angel of the Lord appeared to him in a dream.”
Amiably at home with virtue and evil -
The righteousness of Joseph and Herod’s
Wickedness – I’m ever and always a stranger to grace.
I need this annual angel visitation.
- this sudden drive by dream into reality -
to know the virgin conceives and God is with us.
The dream powers its way through winter weather
and gives me vision to see the Jesus gift.
Light from the dream lasts a year. Through
Equinox and solstice I am given twelve months
Of daylight by which to build the crèche where my
Redeemer lives. The fetus of praise grows
deep in my spirit. As autumn wanes I count
the days until I bear the dream again.