Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Advent Night

First Sunday of Advent

O Come, O come, Emmanuel
And ransom captive Israel
That mourns in lonely exile here
Until the Son of God Appear...
                                                             Church Hymn

                                                                                                                                  Painting by D. Jones

                                                    We are waning
                                                    With the moon

                                                    While the hills are becoming

                                                    A tracery of silver light

                                                    Like the backs of fish
                                                    Glinting from deep shades of water

                                                    We reflect the light 
                                                    And bear all that is dark

                                                    Latticing dead stars and
                                                    Spinning rocks

                                                    Winding round
                                                    This solitude

                                                    Winding round
                                                    This waiting beneath

                                                    His radiance vaulting 

                                                    Our domes of darkness

                                                    And longest nights.


  1. Oh so lovely. Thank you for this taste of beauty.

  2. Thank you both for your kind responses...it is good to be in dialogue with you. I feel as though we could sit and enjoy a cup of coffee. I will do this next I read your blogs and posts. Here is to the year of faith and sharing both our interior selves and our beautiful Lord with one another. Have a Blessed Advent...