A Bit of Creating History?

Written in Advent, the pondering on our role, our place, in the creating of God, seems topical on any given day, as I wonder whether we're just along for the ride or making a bit of creating history ourselves.

Whose hope

whose peace

whose love

whose joy?

Yours, Lord?

Yours to offer

ours to receive?

Or does it stop being

Yours and become ours

as we take and receive?

As the ‘it’ passes from

You into the cosmos

there for all if we but

had the eyes to see?

As author, does the story

remain always and ever

and only Yours – we but

the readers of the words

You wrote in the skies

before there were such

things as skies?

Or is this a story we help

write?

Do we ride upon Your back

like the whale riders of

New Zealand . . . 

like a kite on the wind . . . 

dandelion seedlets on the breath of a child . . . 

a snuggled baby on its father’s back . . . 

the thought of a babe in its mother’s womb

a fleck of skin on the arm of an old man who 

carried the seed of it from his own mother’s womb?

Are we merely along for the journey?

That would be all right with me.

It’s scarier to be a co-author – then I’m 

even just a tiny bit responsible for the 

outcome, aren’t I?  

Maybe, just for now, in this advent season of waiting, 

I’ll just be along for the ride, if that’s okay with You, Lord.

I’m left wondering if there are days when You yearn likewise –

to just be along for the ride.  I want to tell you that’s okay too

and as You have carried me so long, I will carry You for a time –

I’d like to, but I am awfully afraid I’ll drop You – 

and then where would we be?