Monday, December 5, 2016

Advent Waiting: a poem



Advent Waiting

                                                Waiting- fingers slowly tracing
                                                  love across the stretched flesh
                                                  on an abdomen full of hope

                                                Waiting-some nameless innkeeper
                                                  ponders how angry travelers
                                                  will find enough room
                                   
                                                Waiting- shepherds thoughts escape
                                                  toward empty heavens soon
                                                  to be full of angel voices.

                                                Waiting-all Creation like some
                                                  spinning cocoon filled with
                                                  wings of anticipation.

                                                Waiting- so must we
                                                  on birth, and crowds, and common
                                                  folk who announce God’s surprise.

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