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