Jan. 2–8 ❘ Elisabeth
Elisabeth
When Zacharias wrote,
God will give us a son,
I laughed within myself
like Sarah,
too brittle to laugh without.
Like Rachel,
I had waded through years,
watched God pour ever more
on the well-watered
as I withered.
Like Hannah,
I had vowed and prayed,
drunk with bitterness,
yet no Eli interrupted
to accuse or bless.
Then suddenly,
like sea split wide by shining path,
like sun and moon stopped still in heaven,
like all earth illuminated as fiery glass,
God gave us a son!
as though to laugh Himself
at time run out and life well-stricken,
to once again prove through me
that nothing is ever too late
for Him.
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