photo by Will KacyToday
is winter.
Cold, damp,
windy winter.
Bare limbs,
brown grass,
barren sky.
Advent waiting.
The candles
on the wreath
flicker,
marking off the days.
Two purple, now pink...
we are half way.
Advent waiting
is sometimes hard,
like waiting for a message...
that never seems to come.
Wait,
listen,
look,
long.
What is to come
will be
like...
the garb of Spring.
Life bursting
through
the bare
and brown
and barren.
The garb of Spring...
robed
and blooming.
New heavens and earth.
Golden.
Glass.
Jasper walls...
chrysolite, topaz
and amethyst.
Pearl gates,
transparent streets.
What is to come?
The garb of Spring.
The old...
gone.
Only
the new.
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