Second of Advent

 Second of Advent

a glimmer

a hint

of what might be a smudge of light

but could just as easily be what

remains when you blink

not enough to attach to 

but... still

a beckoning

and so

like watchmen

we wait for the dawn

staring at what might be

knowing

it will be

but the waiting

the waiting

knows dawn

will not be

rushed

and prepares

to be present in the waiting

sets the heart for receiving

the gift of dawn

beyond the light of a new day

waiting prepares a place

for the gift unknown

coming to time in time

requiring unhurried space

uncluttered with expectations

open hands

open hearts

to wonder

and so

we wait.