Advent where I am
is less full of expectation,
and more filled with questions….
Should we gather? Is it safe?
Can we sing? Should we….
Advent where I am has struggled
through to this final week,
lighting candles in the darkness,
a prayer and a protest,
an emergency has been declared in London,
lockdowns in Holland,
countries are closing their borders,
PCR tests are being taken,
Covid jostles the Christ-child for attention…
Advent where I am is muted,
the strictly final with its glitter and glamour
provided a bit of light relief,
but where there was joy in the night,
there is weeping in the morning,
cases are rising,
But, today advent calls us to ponder
the virgins response,
let it be, she cries as for I have been regarded,
the lowly will be raised,
and I have been blessed.
So maybe Covid comes, a strange prophet,
calling us from our feasting,
opening our eyes to the struggle of others,
pointing again to the manger,
and the cross,
where love gave all