The Weight of Glory: A Christmas Poem

Heavy, with child
A woman carries a weight she can no longer bear
The burden of ages
The burgeoning longing of Abraham’s starry host
The sands of time piled high with precarious hope
– The wait of the world.

All creation groans with her
Labouring for deliverance through the overshadowed womb . . .

The wait is over!
The woman lifts the babe with birth-weakened arms
The morning star has risen with glory in the highest.

. . .

Heavy, withholding not His will
The man carries the wood He was born to bear
The burden of ages
The bursting flood of sin’s bloody hell
The mud of many sons’ slinging
– The weight of the world.

Now the Creator groans
Labouring for deliverance through the hole in His side . . .

The weight is over!
The man lifts His children with nail-strengthened arms
The world has been reborn and we are raised to glory.

{This poem first appeared in the November/December 2016 edition of Good Tidings, the magazine of the Pentecostal Assemblies of Newfoundland and Labrador.}

~lg

S.D.G.