Love is not an accident
Of chemicals that crossed in space
It flows from Everlasting Choice
And rushes with a Timeless Grace
For out of nothing, nothing comes
Yet that which fills can never drain
It is the essence of the soul
The proof of some transcendent plain
Random reactions ne’er could weave
The surge of passions, strength of will
The beauty heard in Nature’s Song
The knowing it is wrong to kill
What worth the kiss true lovers shared?
What worth the glories of the field?
What worth the life with virtue charged?
What worth the death with honor sealed?
We are not products of blind force
We are creations of a Mind
That spoke the Word that made us whole
Though He is sometimes hard to find
Some found Him in the stars on high
But lost Him when they fell and smashed
Some found Him when their heart beat high
But lost him when their hopes were dashed
In darkest night, our terror reared
We tried to clutch our dream, but no!
It faded fast, and flew away
When wintry winds began to blow
The battle of our nature raged
The Beast in us consuming all
Or worse the Human sin of Pride
Building false gods doomed to fall
We sought Him in the desert dry
We sought Him in the forests lush
We sought Him in the clamorous day
We sought Him in the nighttime hush
Now on this night He comes to us
Who searched for Him so many ways
He is not as we thought He’d be:
An infant shivering in the hay
Not some knight in armor clad
Not some king in raiment gold
But a naked innocence
Trembling in winter’s cold
The Essence of Reality
Lies helpless in a feeding troth
Our hard hearts bleed to hear him cry
We comfort him with baby-talk
Once and for all we swallow pride
And kneel down, not from force, but choice
Our hearts, corrupted, now are cleansed,
Washed by the maiden mother’s voice
She gathers up the Word of Life
He strokes her face, as babies do
She smiles, and holds Him out to us
And then He strokes my own face, too
Is that a smile on His face?
As my own cheeks are wet with tears?
Where were you, little baby, where?
When I was wrapped in darkest fears?
Yet now they fade like bursting stars
The night has broke; the dawn is come
For Love is not an accident
The world can glory in the Son
Delightful! And in iambic tetrameter! Content AND craftsmanship – thank you!
Thank you so much, Mack! Your opinion on my handiwork always means the world to me! You are indeed a seasoned master of the literary craft!
Wonderful poem.