In the time of now-and-not-yet tangled together, I pray that my final days of Advent anticipation shall slow down and seem more sacred.
Poetry pours from my soul as I offer God this hope.
Silence swallows by Julia Walsh, FSPA
Silence swallows
me. Holy is this
invasion. Enter
mystery. Evasion
impossible. Listening
lines lift up signs:
Wait. Surrender.
Forward frosty Light.
Now and not yet makes
me: more free. Hushed. Be.
