Two Turning Two

amid unmistakable décor and unrelenting chatter
His weight was at first faint

the Infinite descended, time ceased
taken aback, I knew He’d entered
It was in the way he caught my eye
his sly smile held Him
though He refuses to be contained
He willfully attended
in coming alongside Elmo,
the Infinite graced the finite

amongst the celebration
He intentionally reminded me
of something I can ill afford to forget:
The weight of His glory.

in his smile He spoke
of His kingdom
of His faithfulness
of His lovingkindness
of His covenant
of His community
of His sovereign grace
of change

through unmistakable décor and unrelenting chatter
His glory powerfully present; celebration became worship.