Advent and Divine Patience
Since we have the time–too much, thick and turbid
Like December sap crawling through a spruce–
We might as well make a list of waiting
And pretend there’s a point to this long queue
Barely moving, from which we can’t step out:
Adam for a mate; Noah in his arc;
Joseph for his father; the entire house
Of Israel, deserted, without hearth
Or home for forty lost years; the prophets
Proven right, uprooted in Babylon;
Generations passing in disquiet,
Anxious for the Messiah’s mighty arm.
But all these years less than one minute form
In the eons God waited to be born.
Peter Bisson, SJ
Posted at 01:24h, 28 NovemberThank you Greg!
Robert Czerny
Posted at 09:28h, 28 Novembervery thoughtful and evocative!