a poem for Advent

Light of Christ She held it cupped in her wrinkled palms, across her lifeline, it burned And fragmented and grew. She peered in, squinting hard, Hands to nose Stars igniting in her eyes. She clenched it then, tightly Pushed it away with the force of her now elongated arm, like a sigh, or fainting, or … Continue reading a poem for Advent

“your life is hidden with Christ”

Wrapped in your own appendages Fetally bowed: Warm, blind, elastic Gently burrowed Swaddled, Swallowed. By the soft skin of Your mother’s fluid Arms Under brown earth Under dragging feet, under The whimpers and Shouts and snarls Of Toil. Your heart beats loud With the hum of Happy Solitude. Awaking then to Endless, White, Blankness (here, … Continue reading “your life is hidden with Christ”