Isaiah 44:21b: An Advent Song

The dusty tomes of fourteen generations, thrice,
blew open to their fullness,
as the divine Spirit shadowed
over a young semitic girl.

A memory or, better, remembrance,
from something like almighty synapses firing into connections,
not because of absentmindedness, but ripeness:
timelines were never promised.

So, the memory came, born into a broken place,
unto forgetful people.
He cried, the wailings rising and proclaiming
with infant-eternal breath to all creation:
“I do not forget!”


About Danny Slavich

I am a Christian husband, father, pastor, and poet. I lead Pembroke Road Baptist Church a multi-cultural, multi-generational church in urban South Florida.
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