
“Madonna and Child” in the Stella Maris Chapel, Collegeville, MN
I have missed writing weekly prayers. With many heavy things going on in life, as well as some other writing projects to which I’m tending, the blog’s received less attention. But I want to share a short piece of poetry as we continue our Advent journey. Jesus is coming with hope, promise, peace, and guidance. Into your life. Into the world. Oh, Praise Him.
“Mary”
A Poem for Advent
Waiting time is pregnant time.
Hold,
Hope,
Trust.
Possibilities and promise push
my soul to its outer-rim,
making haven in the uncomfortable.
What lies beyond beckons
to what grows within.
“Come…”
Creaking, groaning, stretching,
the womb grows and Hands shape my soul.
I cannot expand any further,
it hurts too much.
This rim.
It’s the limit.
Then pain and grace interlock fingers,
holding me fast in perfect embrace.
I breathe into birth
and cry my
raw, new melody.