LULLABY

                 LULLABY

Let me lay down in your cradle once more

Because I am exhausted and so very tired

From my useless wanderings all my life

Adoring the sheer madness of idolatry

Swallowed up by the emptiness of egotism

I come back naked with blackened soul

Mourning the death of my innocence.

Let me listen again to your sweet lullaby

And let your song caress my deafness

May your voice bring back the beating

Of my drained heart shattered by shame

Draw me back to your bosom one more time

To feel  again the love I scorned and ignored

Before I sleep, before I go, before I say goodbye...

COMMENTARY:

The prophet Isaiah was sent by God to comfort the Israelites who were in exiled in Babylon (587-538 BC).   The prophet announced the return from exile: “Comfort my people!" (Is 40:1).  Israel was weary and spent and the prophet sung to them a beautiful lullaby, a song of liberation, a hymn of freedom.

         Such was true to John the Baptist who as God’s voice announced a new beginning to the people during the time of Jesus: "Prepare the Lord is coming!" (Mark 1:3).

        These are the readings of the Second Sunday of Advent – B.

        The photograph is an experiment of some sort, a photographic style I want to keep secret.