waiting,
Advent drawing her last breaths.
While Christmas, not quite present …
cheekily peeps over the horizon
wondering
if
we
are
ready …
caressing,
the assurance of that gift
The Architect moving in
Pitching with us
inviting
us
to
sit
awhile …
hoping,
the day will arrive
when this pause perfectly exhales
renewing nativity
calling
us
to
bear
beside
but for now
we wait
we caress
we hope
