...another poem for Advent.
The season is upon us now,Done with mourning, to rejoice
In hope, so God forbid we
Swallow all our carols until
Some appointed Christmas
Day, for the wondrous Gift
We celebrate so late was given
Before the Hand who shaped
The world shaped us in it,
Christ comes anew with every
Breath, another chance for us
To get it right at long long last.
This Light invades our deepest dark
That we may see that Freedom Land
Where God has kept no score of all
Our wrongings and rebellious ploys,
And holds us close along our way,
Nearer than our beating heart,
And shines us through our final night,
Into bright and everlasting day.