update– posting that poem here as well:

Hymn for Advent

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Adeste fidelis and the geese come in

In their great V of applause

Boy choir of the sparrows clinging

To the tamarisk boughs

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And then one bell

Tolling morning

the near mountains

In blue splendor

The sleeping goddess

Of the foothills

Snow mounded in her hip

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Or perhaps the world itself

Is that One

her hair streaming back

against the fires

Of the sun

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Her tears those rain veils

that enfold the moon

so that from her mouth

Rejoicing pours

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Take heed

Of the dawn that breaks here

The magnum mysterium

Of her many birds

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And their grand choir– Glory be

To God on High

You will not find

Peace here

.

But a restless and imperious

Beauty that will stun

And heal you

If you lift your eyes up

And listen and see.

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Please feel free to stop by La Parola Vivace— where I’ve been posting my drafts– to read an Advent poem– thanks!  xxxj

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