Another Advent Porch light poem based on Isaiah 11:1-10
We have followed the porch light
to the house on the mountain
See the plowshares and pruning hooks?
Grow, green sprig of Jesse, grow.
“Sow life into rocky ground;
trust what is tender to be tenacious;
trust new life to shoulder up
through hard ground,
roses to break through concrete walls.
Grow, green sprig of Jesse, grow.
The mountain house surprises weary eyes.
We gather around a stump to dine together,
to savor the sweet fruit of God’s wild hope
while wolves and lambs choreograph a song of peace.
Grow, green sprig of Jesse, grow.
God calls us to tend an unexpected root, one that emerges from life-stories that have felt the sharp cut of the axe. God calls us to see in unexpected places, God’s promises of justice and peace.
Grow, green sprig of Jesse, grow.
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