Tuesday, December 4, 2012

the call of hope is love

Perhaps the purpose 
of leaves is to conceal 
the verticality 
of trees 
which we notice 
in December 
as if for the first time: 
row after row 
of dark forms 
yearning upwards.
--Vertical, Linda Pastan

Right now, I think this is the most Advent-y weather I've seen in a long time. I'm a Minnesota gal, so a cold blanket of snow warm my heart and soul like nothing else.
And usually, I'm a cranky, angsty soul if there's no snow here by December the First. Snow in abundance is usually how I like it, with a generous side of icicles, thankyouverymuch.

But this waiting for the snow to come?
That eerie morning mist shrouding the world in a quiet veil of mystery?
The bare trees, poor things, devoid of the covering of leaves and the covering of horfrost and snow, left naked in the cold, like a Christ stripped of his garments?

The MOST Advent. The most Advent. And I am loving it.
Advent is a time of looking for room. Finding room within ourselves for a poor little baby who needs us. Carving out room in the muchness of our lives for the tiny, vulnerable Child. It's a season to remember we are called to carve out space for others in our hearts, and give them that space, to navigate in as they need. To give and not grasp. Holding someone in your heart means they can come and go as they please, but there's always a room in the inn for them.

So we wait in hope, as my best friend reminded me yesterday. Wait for Goodness Incarnate to arrive.

Hope has a way of turning its face to you//Just when you least expect it

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