the advent



the day the geese flew north in winter

and thunder hailed from west

i stood in my back yard, entangled

in the lights and wondered

who am i


i felt You longing


the afternoon i echoed my hello

to every bird that squawked and shrieked above

to goose, and crow, and hawk with the red tail

 i mired in the mud and wondered

who am i


i felt You longing



the night that jupiter and venus

dangled by the moon

atop the scarlet setting sun

i fell asleep with You beneath my fingertips

and wondered

who am i


and felt You longing


holiness is never far

i wonder why i seek it ….

i wonder if the fish have all been eaten

or if they’re holed up neath the cold


the morning i awakened

pulling back the curtain on your splendor

i lay deep within the comfort of your promise

and wondered

who am i


and I felt only You

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