Anticipation fills my heart
Longing for the world to come
A place
Where birds no longer chased
By ice and cold.
Where children no more die and stray
And mothers get to hold
Their babes – caress their smiling face.
My soul it thirsts
For coming ways when news
Of sickness and of shortened days
Not even are in memories past.
When instead the soul
Looks straight at Healing
As it prays.
But while we’re here,
Midst sin were hurled,
There was a mother who beheld
The coming world
Pregnant with the Hope for all
Within her womb,
The Dying One
Who knew His call
Pregnant with the Light that can
Make death a door to life
For ALL
Believing men.
You are the coming World,
the Lord
Love Incarnate, of One God
Jesus, you will reconcile
All that is sick and dark and bleek.
Turn holy what is now defiled.
Your Kingdom – in the World to come
But even now in souls who turn –
In daughter meek
In humble son.
“Being asked by the Pharisees when the kingdom of God would come, He answered them, “The kingdom of God is not coming in ways that can be observed, nor will they say, ‘Look, here it is!’ or ‘There!’ for behold, the kingdom of God is in the midst of you.”
Luke 17:20-21 (ESV)
(This poem was inspired by a devotional by Martin Schleske on judgement from December 29th. I was deeply moved by the phrase pregnant with the world to come. Poem and picture, © 2024 Heidi Viars)
Heidi Viars 
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