These Advent days
We live between His comings, lighting our candles, thankful for the fire given, longing for a day when darkness is dispelled finally. Day and night repeat their...
Category: Advent
The first of this coming
And the first we felt of you was not the strong healer’s arm or even the babe in arms – but here, a flutter of feet within. Yes, we held you hidden before we be...
The Coming Again
This is miracle – that he comes again. Now, even while I am running, he comes out of the warm house, door flung open, running after me, bare feet, short sleeves...
The Coming
You came, and I ran away.I tried, I tried to say yes, but I’m no Mary. I don’t know how to make room when everything else is crowding in. All this waiting, and ...
a time for longing
Advent. I put myself in the place of longing. Back to a time before God pulled on the clothes of earth, back to our own nakedness. I remember the cries of a peo...