Thursday, December 20, 2012

Come

O Key of David
Come
Mystery beyond my control
Come
Who cannot be boxed
Come
Who seeks my all,
and nothing less
Come

who comes
on the late afternoon breeze
in the quickening pace of last minute shopping
in excited squeals
and overwhelmed tears

Who comes
in the midnight silence of those
Keeping vigil
the cloistered ones
the mothers
the ill

in ancient words of emmanuel
come.

Sunday, December 16, 2012

Advent 3

blurry mornings 
weary bones

days warm 
minds slow 

sitting 
waiting
longing

heart needing 
warming
despite the weather

that day
which dawns everything
still comes too quick
it's surprise leaving 
me
breathless 
solitary
as if there is just
the child and I
as if we two
can make the world whole
through our shared gaze

i have no gift to bring
but this torn 
tired 
soul
bent out of shape 
a year of encounters
leaving their mark 

the child 
has no wealth
nothing  
but love