Centuries ago, I served the altar
of sacred slaughter when the Magi
triangulated their discovery
but no light arose in my gray matter.
Despite my degrees in theology
plus, a pedigree in philosophy
add in my well attuned intuition
still, I never understood “redemption”.
Saturday last my computer crashed.
I rebooted. Voila? My epiphany.
Redemption is creation refreshed,
Jesus punched the cosmic reset key.
May your New Year be blessed with insight. Thank You for being part of this poetry community. If you like this poem, give it a heart and share it with a friend.
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This Sunday, January 4th, will be our monthly discussion at 8 PM EST / 5 PM, PST. We will do a close reading and discussion of last Sunday’s poem, “Family In Flight.” Paid subscribers will receive a Zoom link via email.
