advent wings

Keep looking at the face of love

See yourself

Reflected in my eyes

To measure by any other law

Relights the age-old fire

And cause that deadly phoenix

Again to rise

Its wings will beat you down

Its breath will kindle storms

Its flight obscures the light

Its eyes will pierce the night

And break your dawn

Keep your gaze on grace-filled wonder

Eyes of surprise

This advent season

Fill your soul

With the bread of heaven come down

And let yourself again be found

By a humble manger

My wings will raise you up

My breath blow away your storms

My flight will give you light

My eyes will pierce your night

And release your dawn

The God within leans …

advent wondering

God

I ask for grace-filled wonder to slip through the cracks 

I know I am surrounded by wide-eyed wonderment, so much that’s wonderful

But often don’t see or feel or know it any more as an ever-present reality, in the midst of worn-out cares

I pray for more light and more love in the swirling of the seasons

Backwards is a darkness that so swelled, but then receded at the appearing of the perfect child

I desire wider eyes each year with which to see the child as a man

I do not need to look, for the child is always there …

But, can I follow the Man?

What will happen if I do?

What will happen if I don’t?

I turn and turn on the knife-edge of choosing

In setting my face towards the warmth of sun, I know that you do not want me to pass through this season’s dark passage without lamp or map or the company of others

Your delight …?

The grace-filled seed of wonder that slipped through eternity’s fingers to the wide-eyed wonderment of a waiting world …

Here

Here

Is a vast mountain range

And colours of dying

And falling

And such steady steady rain

Here

Are silent waters

Kissing the shore

And ships waiting to carry

Such heavy loads

Here

Are a people whispering

So quietly

That they cannot be heard

Figures always on the move

Here

Is a still point

Where beauty breaks

Across tired faces

And weeps silently unseen

And here

Am I

Seeing the city

Seek its’ own

And so violently lose the stranger

colour of autumn

cold stillness

try

really
i tried
the strain
the effort
the sinking
in hands
and arms
pushing
pulling
panic-ing
as evening
dims
into night
night is silent
and day
sheds
no light
really
i tried
and no-thing
changed
nothing was
carried by the
wind
to my weariness
until .... I just
stopped
... waited
and a hue
of golden glory
rushed up
from the
earth's
inner core ...
and there you were
dripping with
strengthen
for your ascent
home