Here is my poem for the third Sunday of Advent.
In response to the Gospel of Luke:
Elizabeth, tell me,
was it the same angel?
Was it the one with the thunderous
were you perplexed, frightened?
Was there a just a moment of doubt?
Just a second when you felt, “not me?”
bewildered and frightened and more,
knowing it was an angel at our doors.
Till next week,
About Andrew Reynolds
Born in California
Did the school thing studying electronics, computers, release engineering and literary criticism.
I worked in the high tech world doing software release engineering and am now retired.
Then I got prostate cancer.
Now I am a blogger and work in my wood shop doing scroll saw work and marquetry.
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That was lovely!
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Clever. Nicely written.