Advent Is

Dec 16

Toes curled at the edge, before jumping from the plane
Bodies crouched in position, before bursting from the gate

A ballerina poised behind the curtain, front and center stage
A child perched on shoulders, waiting for the parade

A trapeze performer, flying freely through the air
A lump of clay spinning gently under the potter’s care

A hopeful dreamer, waking expectantly to the day
A steadfast pilgrim, walking resolutely each step along the way

Advent is

The minute before
The moments between
A beginning, a becoming,
A standing on the brink

A curious anticipation, a breathless amazement
A careful paying attention, alert for transformation

It cannot be rushed, it cannot be forced, it will not come quickly
It simply unfolds, it slowly unfurls, it’s not in a hurry

There are no short-cuts
No speed-bumps
No work-arounds
No re-routes

You can’t stop it
Slow it down
Speed it up
Or skirt around

So you simply savor..
And cherish..
And ponder..
And treasure..

You let it be gentle..
You watch it grow slowly..
You let it come softly..
Every moment is holy.

An advent prompt: How can you savor the slow and steady today? Where can you stop trying to speed up or skirt around or re-route?

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