The torch that lights my vigil flickers low

As well my soul might, sixty years alone

Peering through dusty Torah; hoping still

To catch a glimpse of David’s scion Lord.

The marble archway dims, and seems to guard

Its latent rumor from my tethered will.

A doubting whisper frames my withered heart:

“Long time your fathers clung to Yahweh’s throne,

Their gasping flocks asmear with brightest red.

What life will breathe its last in mankind’s stead?”

I bow in grief, my fragile fingers torn

For want to hood my face, and heart and head.

But lo – the brand has flared – my Lord is come:

A virgin pierced of soul! a tiny Lamb!

Jeremy Vogan

Advent, 2018

Artwork: “Simeon in the Temple” by Rembrandt

Author: Jeremy Vogan

My name is Jeremy Vogan. I live in Staunton, VA with my wife and four kids. I love to write, and seek to honestly explore the intellectual and emotional implications of following Jesus as a deeply broken person in a twisted, cruel world that is full of veiled beauty and meaning. Writing is part of how I faithfully look for Jesus Christ to someday make all things new. I'd enjoy hearing your feedback! JV