Snow fell today, silent,
all day,
wrapping the weary world, grey,
that I walked through on my way to work
with a white, wet grave shroud,
the linen of winter.
All day.
And I missed it,
all day,
locked in my study, silent,
scratching out my still-born ideas
and half-baked circumlocutions
alone
for a talk I must give again
about the unexpected God who upsets this world
and renews our every watching for him,
breaking into the wilderness
of our darkest winter
with pure white light.
Advent: Sometimes Waiting is Hard - Brad Jersak
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Waiting “Advent” is a word I was unfamiliar with as a child growing up in
my Baptist tradition. But in my years with the Mennonites, I became
familiar with...
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1 comments:
beautiful. i love it!
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