• advent journal: far afield

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    far afield

    I wonder what the shepherds did
    the year after the angels came,
    or how the Magi went about
    their business when they got back home.

    Do you think the innkeeper woke
    in the night sometimes and opened
    the door, hoping for strangers, or
    sat out in the barn for no reason?

    How did they keep the story fresh?
    Or did they go back hoping for a
    return engagement of wonder—
    gloria in excelcis ditto

    Did they hang that one special night
    like an ornament in their hearts,
    but lost its shine over the years?
    Could they still hear the melody?

    Steps away from my sixty-second
    Christmas, and the field of my heart
    feels far away from the manger.
    though I’m out hoping to hear angels . . .

    but tonight I have found these words:
    Love will not wait till I’m ready;
    grace comes, but does not evict grief;
    hope runs like a hound for my heart;

    peace disquiets as it comforts.
    So I gather my sorrows like sheep,
    stack these words like wood for a fire,
    and strike the match of all that matters . . .

    only to find I am not alone.
    Can you hear the angels singing?
    Do you know the way from here?
    If not, we will follow the stars.



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    8 Responses to advent journal: far afield

    1. julie Hughens
      December 14, 2017 at 11:09 pm

      Wow. Thanks.

    2. Claud
      December 15, 2017 at 8:10 am

      Really, one of my all time favs from you!

    3. MAJ Roger Nicholls, Jr
      December 15, 2017 at 9:12 am

      Thanks, may I share?

      • miltybc
        December 15, 2017 at 11:39 am

        Certainly. Thank you.

    4. Joy N
      December 15, 2017 at 10:39 am

      It seems the trick is to keep looking for a star to follow … thank you

    5. December 15, 2017 at 2:29 pm

      Beautiful! I’m “hoping for a return engagement of wonder” this year, too. May it be so!

    6. Laurie Roby
      December 18, 2017 at 10:50 am

      Thank you, Milton. Especially loved the 6th stanza and the lines “grace comes, but does not evict grief.”

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