Advent Prayer

Night Sky

 

Your Advent:

The splendor of heaven left behind,
now surrounded by dirt and cow excrement.

Shrouds of glory abandoned
for strips of cloth
wrapped around you by a new mother
after she carefully wiped away vernix and after-birth.

Cries of “peace on earth” echoed across the hills
and in the ears of the lowliest;
the only announcement of your arrival.

Beauty for filth

Majesty for squalor

Grandeur for obscurity

All that we might celebrate our own advent.

  • http://twitter.com/LisaColonDelay Lisa Colón DeLay

    Just lovely. Thank you!