• advent journal: moving on to love

    by  • December 23, 2017 • advent journal, love • 1 Comment

    When we mark time by the liturgical calendar, we only count and number the four Sundays before Christmas, which means the fourth Sunday—tomorrow—doesn’t have a week to go with it. We have had days to stretch out with hope, peace, and joy, but love get the short shrift, as far as Advent goes. So I decided to start a day early.

    My favorite verse of a carol is the third stanza of “It Came Upon A Midnight Clear”:

    and ye beneath life’s crushing load whose forms are bending low
    who toil along life’s climbing way with painful step and slow

    There’s more, but those two lines are the ones that feel most timeless, and the most true. I don’t mean that as a statement of despair, even as I am weighed down by both grief and my depression. I am also aware of the shared grief with many whom I love and the love I feel from those who keep reaching out that is stronger than all of it. The toil and crush are not the final words.

    I’ll send you out into the night with a song that has carried me for many years. Andrew Peterson is the songwriter and performer. “After The Last Tear Falls” is the song. I know about it because of my brother.

    after the last tear falls, after the last secret’s told
    after the last bullet tears through flesh and bone
    after the last child starves and the last girl walks the boulevard
    after the last year that’s just too hard

    there is love—love, love, love
    there is love—love, love, love
    there is love

    after the last disgrace, after the last lie to save some face
    after the last brutal jab from a poison tongue
    after the last dirty politician, after the last meal down at the mission
    after the last lonely night in prison

    there is love—love, love, love
    there is love—love, love, love
    there is love

    and in the end, the end is oceans and oceans of love and love again
    we’ll see how the tears that have fallen
    were caught in the palms of the Giver of love and the Lover of all
    and we’ll look back on these tears as old tales

    ’cause after the last plan fails, after the last siren wails
    after the last young husband sails off to join the war
    after the last, this marriage is over
    after the last young girl’s innocence is stolen
    after the last years of silence that won’t let a heart open

    there is love—love, love, love
    there is love—love, love, love
    there is love

    and in the end, the end is oceans and oceans of love and love again
    we’ll see how the tears that have fallen
    were caught in the palms of the Giver of love and the Lover of all
    and we’ll look back on these tears as old tales
    ’cause after the last tear falls there is love

    Even in these short days and long nights, there is love. That’s the last word.

    Peace,
    Milton

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    One Response to advent journal: moving on to love

    1. DG
      December 23, 2017 at 6:36 pm

      And the promise of the season is . . . there is another word. Thanks for the reminder.

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