“Make straight in the desert a highway for our God.” – Isaiah 40:3b
I hear the summons, Holy One, to lay aside
the poetry, the words and tunes, the voice,
and take up skills (I do not have) to build
a road, a path, a highway for your Way.
In my imagination, that highway would stream
across the plains into the setting sun
and I would squinting peer ahead
into the spreading light of glory.
My engineering skills, however, are more apt
to build a road that rolls and twists,
that dives precipitously down the hillsides, cracks
with perturbations of the Earth.
I am the grass, the flower of the field,
and with them I will grow and bloom,
then fall and fade. I cannot build a road
to match the word of God that stands forever.
A poem/prayer based on Isaiah 40;1-11, the Revised Common Lectionary First Reading for Year B, Second Sunday of Advent.
Photos by Eric Anderson.
2 thoughts on “Highway”
You and I with words and tunes come behind that last steamroller to paint white broken lines and define the danger of the shoulder and and let people know where they should not pass.
Thank you, Maren. That’s an image that (to abruptly switch metaphors) resonates with me.