Sunday, December 2, 2018
Advent is a cry,
a screeching O in the wilderness of time.
Advent is howling, hollering,
Advent is a baby in a womb,
a woman at a tomb—suspended, unknowing,
Advent is darkness unhinged,
a fireless hearth.
Advent is the breath-sucking vacuum
of divine longing:
“Come back to me with all your heart.
Don’t let fear keep us apart.
Long have I waited for your coming
Back to me and living
deeply our new life.” *
Make no mistake, world.
Your hype and cheer and glitter—all
is the weather of idols.
The real climate surges untamed
beneath—wailing, melting, shivering, begging:
O Come ON!
*Gregory Norbert, OSB, “Come Back To Me” (Hosea 14:1)