Monday, December 7, 2015

Poem: "Advent" by Jessica Powers

I live my Advent in the womb of Mary.
And on one night when a great star swings free 
from its high mooring and walks down the sky 
to be the dot above the Christus I, 
I shall be born of her by blessed grace. 
I wait in Mary-darkness, faith’s walled place, 
with hope’s expectance of nativity.

I knew for long she carried and fed me, 
guarded and loved me, though I could not see. 
But only now, with inward jubilee, 
I come upon earth’s most amazing knowledge: 
Someone is hidden in this dark with me.