We have candled your coming
O Lord of Love.
As from the deep dark
we have watched and waited
your wombing into world;
lit lamps of longing
in our Advent art
and found freedom in
ancient avenues,
tread tirelessly,
by generation’s genius
of seeing in simple cycles
the birth of new beginnings,
as, through years yearnings
and pasts now present
in eternal echoes.
We have heard our
heart’s hunger
for mystic meaning
and so, as stars stop
and become still,
we feel soul’s sounding
of innocence’s invasion;
the Incarnation.
Heavenly healing of
sin sundered souls
through Mary’s mothering
“Yes” and yielding
to Divine Decisions descent
until the ultimate
transcends time
and we are woken
at midnight’s moment
by babe’s first breath;
inward inspiration of straw
and dung-warmed air,
that fuels the first wail of the Word
whose kingdom comes
in earth’s embrace and
Mother’s mantle
to offer us Love’s light.