Showing posts with label Matthew 2:1-15. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Matthew 2:1-15. Show all posts

Sunday, July 5, 2020

A dream


After Matthew 2:1-15

The visitors left eastward,
having delivered their gifts
of gold, of frankincense,
of myrrh, of worship. 
Then a dream: an angel
of light telling a story
of darkness, a story
of such urgency that
the dreamer woke and
left. The dreamer did
what he was told,
remaining quietly
beyond the hand
holding the knife. 
In time came the call
to return, the call foretold,
the call foreshadowed
by an exodus from Egypt.

Photograph by Federico Bottos via Unsplash. Used with permission.

Friday, July 3, 2020

Pivot point


After Matthew 2:1-15

History pivoted
in their small town
in the hills, down
the road from one
capital and even
farther from another.
History pivoted here,
though, positioned
between the king
of death and the city
of refuge, with travelers
providing the catalyst
for the pivot to turn,
told to be good reporters
and tell the story, instead
becoming protectors,
moving another way,
refusing to tell the story
so that the story 
might not end but
be told.

Photograph by Buenas Dicas via Unsplash. Used with permission.