Glory

The glory shall be revealed,
A gift unribboned in gold.
Glory, for the broken-hearted,
For the hope-hobbled, dream-starved,
Song-stricken children of earth.
Glory, for the pain-ridden,
Bed-burdened, death-stalked,
Fear-fettered brothers and sisters.
Glory, for the hard-bitten,
Hate-twisted, Wonder-wounded,
Love-stolen sons and daughters.
Glory, this thing
That shines when all is lost,
The one enduring promise,
The thing God holds out to us--
Flings into the December air,
Sprinkles into our dearest dreams,
Offers to us at the cost of
Everything.
This Advent we remember
What we have almost forgotten:
That the Glory of the Lord shall be revealed,
And all flesh—
You, me, everybody—
Shall see it, together.
The mouth of the Lord has spoken.