Advent III

Advent III, 2008


Despite, or rather
perhaps because of,
a weighty preponderance
of wide-spread reasons
for acting otherwise,
we are called to rejoice.

Called to find a crumble,
how ever fine,
of pungent and potent
spice-infused gaudete.

(It settles, wanting sifting, I’ve found,
in the omnipresent dust of living
that tucks in pocket corners.)

Denying nothing,
I am called to turn out
my pleats and folds,
shaking free
the perfumed and flaring
glitter of hopeful wonder
that gathers there
waiting to be disturbed.

poem ©MperiodPress

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s