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.