Monday, December 1, 2008 (No. 38)
Advent Longing
Many words can be said or written about the meaning of Advent, and its secular smothering from the busyness of shopping and decorating and such. Perhaps the gentleness of a poem will help set the tone.
In the darkness of the season,
in the silence of Mary’s womb,
new life waits and grows.
Hope is shaped in hidden places,
on the edges, in the depths
far from the blinding lights
and deafening sounds of consumer frenzy.In the darkness and silence of my own life,
I wait,
listening for the whisper of angel wings,
longing for a genuine experience of mystery,
hoping for a rekindling of joy
and the establishment of peace.I lean into the darkness
and silence.
Expectant.— poem by Larry J. Peacock
Gravitate to humility. All is gift.
Our Lady of Mercy, pray for us.
