Advent is the time to light candles and wait for the God who comes. Lately, the darkness has swallowed my words and has numbed my fingers as they seek to write the words that cannot escape from my throat. My words have been washed in darkness but now, slowly, tentatively, they will emerge again and keep me company as I wait for the child to come. Today's theme is Hope.
The darkness is thick and
I cannot see my hands clasped in in front of my face
While I pray in and through the darkness
Waiting and looking for the light to break through like the dawn
These same hands outstretched in worship
Waiting for the God who comes
One hand outstretched
hand balled up in a clenched fist
fighting against the dark
striking at things that cannot be seen
swinging in the darkness
praying to connect from my position of power
praying that I don't hit something unseen that will
smash my outstretched fist into useless bits
The other hand outstretched
waiting with a painkilling pill
in the center of my palm
burning a hole in my hand
daring me to bring the hand to my mouth
and swallow the pill that will kill the pain
Two hands outstretched in the darkness
one fighting because there is hope
one outstretched waiting for the replacement
hoping for some relief
Both hands clasped together
in the posture of prayer
Fighting, waiting, and hoping
For the God who will come
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