Advent Reflection

Waiting …

Time will not be pushed, nor will the stubborn soil.
Slowly, in the dark, seeds grow in silence,
Till – ready to emerge – they nudge the earth to open
And, womb-like, Gaia births and feeds her young.

Waiting …

A not-yet-woman quells her fear and sings,
Rejoicing in the dark, the growth, the silence.
Her secret will be shared with others, graced,
Witnessing, with her, the Sacred Birth.

Waiting …

Often weary pilgrims, we trudge along our paths
Suffering the dark, the growth, the silence –
Bearing, without knowing it, the Alpha in our lives,
Waiting to be placed on different hay.