
I waited for You at the door of words
but they were little more than
letters on a page
undecipherable
my feelings
far away.
Did I have any?
I fidgeted
distracted
powerless.
Then, through the locked door,
You came.
“Touch my face,” You said
Lost feelings
found tears.
Fingers found
skin
cheek and chin.
Yours
and You leaned
–ever so slightly–
into my palm.
In Your face
my fingers found
my belovedness
and then they found
every face I longed to touch–
one gone
one far away
one forbidden
another entombed
and others
right here
in my everyday life.
I reached out
and touched them
all.
This gesture
so loving, so intimate
breaks the rules
undoes the hardest heart
exposes and meets us.
You can’t just touch people’s faces
like this.
It’s not allowed.
But it’s allowed here
in my prayer.
That wonderful wordless
touch
has the final say
on who we are.
And the Word became flesh and dwelt among us.
–John 1:14 (NSVCE)
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Advent 1 Reflection
Take a few moments and be with the words and images in today’s blog post.
- What are you drawn to?
- What thoughts, feelings and felt senses arise?
- Imagine God listening and feeling what you feel. What do you sense God offering you in this moment?
- What might be your Advent prayer?