Hullo friends,
and peace to you in the Waiting Days,
in the wilds of December.
We’ve had possums and plagues here, dread and delight,
moments of restless wilds and moments of presence,
and in between, I’ve been playing with poems.
My poet-friend, Elizabeth Wickland shared some Advent poem-a-day prompts, and
it’s been a sweet and sometimes frustrating challenge/prayer/game.
Want to join in for the next five days?
I’m not sure I’ve finished a one, but, because the unfinished bits still delight me, and
I hope they might gift you too, I’ll share with you a few that I’ve begun.
While you wait, I wish for you
whispers that ground you in the restlessness,
and clear night skies where your deepest longings
shine clear and point you, pull you, draw you
towards Life.
dayblind
The wee lamb, blind, presses soft into wool,
the ancient ewe counts time in charcoal tallies
across pitch black sky. How long, O Lord?Between the Stars and the Light
Star-spiller,
gold dice rolled across black canvas,
you make maps with light.
Pyrotechnic prophesy,
point us back to the babe
who babbled beginnings,
whose bantling body beams
with photographic memory,
coming down from the
Father of heavenly lights.Starsong
Sing a star-shanty for the shivering boy,
serenade the son,
wink-whistle for the world
to welcome Light’s young.
He’s come. He’s come. He’s come.Keep scribbling, keep letting yourself open
to longing, to joy.
May Maker meet you in the unfinished,
may delight color the will-still-be uncomfortable,
may attention make space for the dark and the grief
and the light that noses, mole-like, through.
I like you.
I’m glad you’re here.
Audrey
Goodness I adore you.