First week: Advent—
Our hope bent to
One sent to earth—
Blesséd birthday
Gained worth through cross way.
Advent: Look to
The hope future,
When through Him all
In sin’s thrall will
Stand tall or fall. Come, Lord, come fulfill!
(This was yesterday’s prompt, and I’m glad it took me till today to be able to write it, because the idea came out of a conversation Kraig and I had this evening. He was saying how during the message Sunday he suddenly saw the parallel of the first and second coming of Christ–the first is a Type of the second; they create a double-image, or (my mind shouted) a convergence. It seems fitting to have an Advent poem here at the beginning of this new season.
And the form is a ya-du, a Burmese poetry form which often refers to seasons. Each stanza is a quintain. The first four lines have four syllables; the final line has 5, 7, 9, or 11 syllables. The rhyme scheme goes like this: xxxa/xxax/xaxb/xxbc/xbxxc (Since my second stanza has nine syllables in the final line, my final rhyme scheme is this: xbxbxxxxc)