Advent Sonnet IV: Love
Love arrived on time, not dressed for His bride
In the royal attire we expected.
Emptied, He put divine privilege aside,
Choosing, for our sake, to be rejected.
He took on flesh. Even more, he bore our
Sin, and drank to the very dregs, our cup,
Which we could never drink, in our power.
He came down, because we could not go up.
This love looks nothing like modernity—
Falling in and out, and meeting halfway.
No, its breadth stretches for eternity
Yet His presence is here, even today.
We light the candle of love, knowing this
Love lays down its life for another’s bliss.