Advent (deep calls
to deep)
Deep calls to deep
the imprint of God upon
the ghost of spirit,
a watermark in virgin
paper,
a tincture of a whisper
from creation’s
nativity.
We too bring gifts to
the child –
the twisted gold tinsel
crown for a king,
fragrant candle
for a deity,
the romantic fairytale
an antiseptic for
reality.
This is a death and
entrance,
a lower case alpha and
omega,
the bracketed phrase
in the sentence of
eternity.
This is no stable
mucked out and sterile
but God among
the droppings
of mankind.
from 'Advent Oddessy' my book of Christmas related poetry
