Incarnate

[FrankFrank]

The light shone in the darkness, so bright it hurt her eyes
She was so afraid, yet moved slowly towards its source
trembling. A voice spoke out of the brightness calmly
Do not be afraid
her fear vanished

She listened as the promises was explained
The seed, would strike his heel
Abraham was willing to give his son on His command
No need, He will provide a better sacrifice!

Emmanuel, God with us
How is this possible
she pondered

Blessed among women

[Billy]

I like this break: slowly towards its source/trembling

shouldn't this be: as the promises were explained or as the promise was explained?

Otherwise, I want more than just a Bible lesson.

[FrankFrank]

Yes, sorry, I was meaning to get around to correcting my grammar. It is just a retake on Bible, you are right but it is so surprising that so many do not know or have not read the Bible and I thought a little reminder at this time of year might illuminate some, but not obviously you. Thanks.

[Billy]

now here's a poem that retells a Bible story, but gives it a twist and something to think about:

Lot’s Wife
by Anna Akhmatova

And the just man trailed God’s shining agent,
over a black mountain, in his giant track,
while a restless voice kept harrying his woman:
“It’s not too late, you can still look back

at the red towers of your native Sodom,
the square where once you sang, the spinning-shed,
at the empty windows set in the tall house
where sons and daughters blessed your marriage-bed.”

A single glance: a sudden dart of pain
stitching her eyes before she made a sound . . .
Her body flaked into transparent salt,
and her swift legs rooted to the ground.

Who will grieve for this woman? Does she not seem
too insignificant for our concern?
Yet in my heart I never will deny her,
who suffered death because she chose to turn.

[Michael (MV)]

 
Frank,

Reading "Incarnate," I see parallels between the annunciation & "woman why are you weeping" on Easter when Christ & Magdalene find themselves in rendez-vous.



Billy has shared a strong example of the retold with a new reveal.


"Yet in my heart I never will deny her,
who suffered death because she chose to turn."



prompts my voice to write:


Yet the heart will never deny her

not ruthless & didn't really suffer
because in hope she chose
not to turn back . . .

And that's how
I fell
how could I
not care


the breath left grievelessly
 
 
 


Michael (MV)

 
 
 
 
 
 
  
 
 

[FrankThird]

Thanks Michael, I will be leaving the site soon. Thanks for all your help over the years and many kindnesses.
I feel I have grown in my brief stay here.

'Poetry in not a code to be broken.' Quote from the notorious Howard Miller

[SivaRamanathan]

Frank
Why will you be leaving the site soon?

S

[FrankThird]

p.s.

[SivaRamanathan]

Frank

You are adult.Your decision counts.I can only speak for myself.The Writer's Block is like my mother's house.I come here to be by myself--I wonder if a man can ever understand what it means to a woman.
If you are worried about nobody posting,it is because one does not want to crowd a space. Your poems bring back Africa,coal mines,tunnels,diamond,the Bible.
Stay and be an undersea monster.That is also fun.

Siva