This Advent Season

Frost-night church bells
dim, no night of angels but
blaring electric light—hark!
the child who came, the Son
the man with never a place
to lay his head but
shallow alleys, shopping malls
gray-sky corners, caves

We all converged on the great city
we who worshiped power
and its palaces, comfort
for cold and sore feet
while these my brothers
hurried and howled
these my sisters
huddled head-down

All this distance
from heaven to earth
woman to man to man
empty and full asking why
and when would he come


17 thoughts on “This Advent Season”

  1. All my favorite themes! Earthly vs sacred, theology, loneliness in a crowd – and of course Christmas. That line break before “dim” sets up the tone for the whole poem really effectively.

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  2. Aww, Jen! I just love your poetry. There was something tragic in the language here. I especially loved the line “these my sisters huddled head-down.” Loved the theme as well. Worldly and holy combined.

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