Nicodemus has insomnia

He couldn’t sleep for the moon
light streaming through creation,
for the sound of the wind sighing
over a sea too deep for words,
for the shiver when he heard him speak
liberty as though it were at hand,
the shock of justice overturned,
the taste of mercy submerged in wine,
dangerous world-defying love;
that shiver shook him awake.
He found him, he would remember
later, swaddled by the fire,
as though he had been waiting
for him since the beginning of time.

About Rosalind C Hughes

Rosalind C Hughes is an Episcopal priest, poet, and author living near the shores of Lake Erie. After growing up in England and Wales, and living briefly in Singapore, she is now settled in Ohio. Rosalind is the author of A Family Like Mine: Biblical Stories of Love, Loss, and Longing , and Whom Shall I Fear? Urgent Questions for Christians in an Age of Violence, both from Upper Room Books. She loves the lake, misses the ocean, and is finally coming to terms with snow.

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