For Advent ..
Long we have walked in the darkness
In the unlight of confusion
Our tenebrae of fear.
We have reached out and clutched the nearest hand
Trying to still the panic
Of the utterly alone
Who cannot see love
In any other face.
We light our own torches.
Strange fire, wildfire,
Flashlights under blankets and the heart’s auto da fe.
Any light, anyway,
Trying to see our way,
To see the way forward.
Invent our own way home,
As if the whole wide world were not in night.
To such as us, light comes.
Light we did not create, more terrible than beauty,
Searing as lightning, brighter than the noon,
To whom the very sun is a shadow, faint and pale
Whose embrace we flee from,. and whose love we crave
Light clothed in flesh,
Deep in the womb-cave darkness,
We are pregnant in our longing, and barren in our dreams,
Stumbling in the night.
Come to us in mercy, lest we die in dark.