I wrote the following poem to be read at a Fellowship Dinner carol sing at Trinity Presbyterian Church, Venice, FL. To me the concept of "winter" represents a time of darkness, anxiety, and uncertainty. It is also a time of waiting for new life. Who was it that used the phrase, "The winter of our discontent?"

At the beginning of the 1st century CE, the world was experiencing times very similar to our own. An event broke into that darkness via the birth of a child. I believe that Jesus of Nazareth was the Messiah who was awaited by the Jews to free his people from their suffering under the brutal rule of the Roman Empire. The people of his time did not recognize him because they looked for a violent overthrow of Rome. The people of today still do not recognize him because they also believe in the way of violence.

Today, a new empire is establishing its influence as the only remaining super power on this planet. This new empire is using tactics just as brutal, or maybe even more so, as the Romans used in pacifying their known world. Does the way to peace still lead through the cross on Golgotha where the Prince of Peace gave his life in a display of love for his enemies? It is my thesis that it does, and that his peace still provides hope for all his children, no matter how they worship God. His way is the way of love and peace.

I would like to dedicate this poem to all who seek peace in a troubled world.


It is Winter

A Snow Scene
Amid the Cold of Winter
It is winter.
The world is enveloped in darkness.
The Roman Empire rules the universe.
Pacification is with an iron hand and the people cry,
“Where is our salvation?”

It is winter.
A carpenter and his bride travel in darkness.
They are tired and fear the unknown.
Their firstborn is about to arrive and they wonder,
“Where will this child be born?”

It is winter.
The sheep are restless in the darkness.
A wolf howls and the shepherds tremble in fear.
These sheep were once theirs, but now belong to others, and they mutter,
“Where is our hope?”

It is winter.
A bright light cleaves the darkness.
The heavens declare the birth of a child.
Frightened and prostrate, the shepherds raise the cry,
“Where is this child?”

It is winter.
Gethsemane lies in total darkness.
A lone figure kneels and prays.
Knowing that his enemies are at the gate, he raises the bitter cry,
“Will You take this cup from me?

It is winter.
Golgotha succumbs to bitter darkness.
The preacher from Nazareth is nailed to a tree.
The earth trembles and he cries out,
“Where is my God?”

It is winter.
The darkness o'er the tomb gives way to sunlight.
A new day has dawned and life is renewed.
The Prince of Peace comes forth and ponders,
“Will they follow my way?”

It is winter.
Again, the world is enveloped in darkness.
New empires follow old empires.
Pacification is always with an iron hand, but now there is hope, for
His peace has become our salvation.

Copyright © Jay D. Weaver December 6, 2004


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