Turning on - Advent

by

Joris John Heise

Am I an electric radio for God—or not?
To pluck the waves, broadcast then messages intact?
Am I a turned-on, inside-wired flow of
Mystery that taps the near-silent flow of the universe
To send out sounds to calm and stir others?
Do I witness to the wonder of that quiet God
Whose lovingness gushes forth loud on tongues
To talk of cheer, of promise and of joy?

I judge that each of us are cousin-like, John-Baptists,
Who can admire all the worthy other selves,
Who celebrate God’s presence as we turn away
From trust in mere circling-self selves,
(That’s a radio producing so-dumb static—
That keeps itself alone, no fruitful source from outside).

The Good News becomes that dial-fix in which we find
We coax vague pregnant meanings out into air—
Make a music around us independently flowing forth,
Connecting--by immersing us in shared ambience--
A Spirit of song pointing past us--they point to God--
Index arrows indicating The Source of Belovedness.

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from: Woking, England, UK

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