Saturday, November 27, 2010

Advent calls


Advent calls 

Cold, dark, deceptive, 
void of light
and Advent calls -
voices in the wilderness.
An intercourse of eternity with time
brings gentle childlight
journeying into night
as angel, shepherd,
and sage become aware
of light in dark places.
Advent calls,
its thorny voice
will separate and join.

2 comments:

breathedeeply.org said...

Love the imagery in this poem! Distinct, austere, gentle, inspiring, hope-filled, raw and beautiful. Thank you! You are indeed a "word sculptor" and I look forward to reading more.

lynnmosher said...

Always the master sculptor. I'm sorry I missed this last year. Wonderful!