James Tipp

Rookie - 408 Points (20-06-1945 / East London)

In The Garden - Poem by James Tipp

Before the cross Christmas thoughts!

In the garden
at thirty three.
I thought about my genesis.
my entry into my creation.
That beginning so inauspicious,
so right.
My father sent the messengers,
and the star.
The Magi had been waiting,
outside Israel.
They had wanted someone to come,
so they came.
The shepherd’s were not waiting
just sleeping.
Their minds were on wolves
not angels.
So they awoke with fear
but travelled with joy.
David’s town expected
the stable a shock.
I have always been a shock
even to Mary and Joseph.
“I am a virgin not married
I will do as you say”.
My world has been filled
With the ordinary.
My actions and words
So once again they re-tell
my story
But who is listening
The shoppers?
Those surfing the internet
Looking for what?
I said so many times
“He who has ears let him hear”.
The silence is deafening
Or is it that deafness brings silence?
Silence of the heart
silence of the soul.
All this I thought
in the garden in Gethsemane

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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 14, 2009

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