• advent journal: habitation

    by  • December 18, 2018 • advent journal, faith, home, poetry • 3 Comments

    A season isn’t something that befalls you, it is something that you inhabit.
    —John Berger, The Seasons in Quincy: Four Portraits of John Berger


    in the fulness of time they hit the road
    when the days were accomplished
    they stayed a couple of nights
    then they went back home
    when the king got angry
    they fled for their lives

    when the boy was twelve
    they went to the temple
    every move of the Spirit
    meant a change of address
    foxes have holes, he would say
    later, but I don’t have a home

    even as he inhabited every room
    he ever entered as though
    he had nowhere else to be
    the wind is pushing against
    the house like an invitation
    to inhabit the disquietude

    and not settle for a season
    that is something other
    than a full contact nativity
    once the child is born
    we’re going to need a bigger
    place with room for everyone



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    3 Responses to advent journal: habitation

    1. Marty M Morris
      December 19, 2018 at 8:11 am

      … with room for everyone. Amen.

    2. Donna Gregory
      December 19, 2018 at 10:41 am

      Thank you.

    3. Shari
      December 19, 2018 at 2:52 pm

      You put to words my deep quiet in this season.
      Thank you. And the wind is blowing

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