In this blackness,
In this midnight of my soul,
God, I must know that you are there,
Loving me still,
Redeeming the lost,
And gathering broken remnants of my smile.
pressing hard on starless night,
Winged prayers, in due haste, take flight
these ragged dreams,
with gentle passion lay
neath sacred chords
of angel’s whispered celebration.
Sky fills with dancing.
Tear-stained laughter plays with light
darkness relents to Royal Birth.
Mystery of Light,
soft light, and gentle,
God’s voice in a baby’s cry
. . It was a cold night, starless and the hope of dawn was bleak. I found myself bracing against time as I might press against a prairie storm. Head down, clutching my coat close to my body and leaning at a 45 degree angle I cursed the storm that held me back from all that I imagined life might have been. I am not sure which steps were made out of a determination to beat the darkness and which steps were made in a fainting hope that I would see the light of dawn again. A sudden blast of icy snow stung my cheeks mocking my efforts to stay alive. But there was an ember, ever so dim and nearly cold that whispered of a hope that this darkness would relent to the dawn.
Is this the song of advent? Icy storms and cruel nights? Wondering if we will see the light again? Is this the preparation we make for Christmas? Indeed it is. For how can we know the Light if we do not recognize the darkness. Israel knew this darkness and sought the dimmer lights of other gods. It is a frightening thing to stand in the dark and to wait for the light when dimmer lights of this world taunt us. Advent teaches us to wait. Christmas celebrates the Light.
“ The Word gave life to everything that was created, and his life brought light to everyone.
The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness can never extinguish it.” John 1:4-5 (NLT)
December 17, 2017