As we head toward Christmas, this poem spoke to me,
I wrote it after winter's meditation during my workday commute.
Commute Home
The audiobook is talking about
the disappointment of the early Christians,
waiting and waiting for the transformation
they believed would happen
in their lifetime,
until they grew to find
eternity and salvation
inside the waiting,
as waiting changed them,
teaching them
to love each other.
A livestock semi-trailer
is slowly passing me.
Pushed into each oval air-hole,
black and white fur of cows
packed in for a long journey.
From one of these holes,
a single, velvet cow ear,
flapping in the winter air.
I long to reach out
and touch its softness;
I feel sudden tenderness
for these animals
and their life of sacrifice.
I arrive home
less disappointed in marriage,
practicing the faith born
from knowing we
failed and fail and will fail
yet continue to chose
a forgiving-love,
with which we redeem
each other.
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