After Luke 2:1-20
With a man’s ego it begins,
a king wanting to know
the extent of his power,
his reach, his grasp,
how many he rules,
how many can be taxed,
a dual vision and
a dual purpose,
but not the reason,
the fundamental reason.
The wheels of the machinery
of heaven begin to turn,
as census counters take
their positions in towns
across an empire,
to accomplish a king’s will,
not knowing that they
begin the telling of the story,
the story orchestrated
in tens of thousands
of towns, like tens
of billions of stars and
galaxies in a universe
where only one planet
matters, in an empire
where only one tiny town
matters, that this counting
of millions serves only
as backdrop to the drama
unfolding, unseen and
unremarked, in a stable
in the city of David.
Photograph by Jan Kronies via Unsplash. Used with permission.
1 comment:
This poem took my breath away . . .
Blessings, Glynn!
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