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

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