Whisper it but softly: Christmas is almost here…there is a stillness to be found in the spaces between the panic and preparations. This poem is perhaps a movement towards Advent-stillness.
waiting
in the deep silence
pulsing between our words
waiting
in the heavy dark
laying light to siege
waiting
in the lonely ache
lingering behind laughter
we wait for Christmas
waiting
for silence to reveal
a peal of hope
waiting
for dark to yield
vanquished in light’s joy
waiting
for loneliness to dissolve
banished in a blaze of love
we wait for Christmas
we wait for Emmanuel
we wait for the world to change
we wait
we wait
we wait
© Vicky Allen 2017