It’s our wedding anniversary. 21 years ago today, we said “I do”. We still do, and I’m so thankful she does. 🙂
It’s also the shortest day of the year, which makes for a long night. I wrote a brief poem in response to this, as we continue in Advent expectation of the infant Christ…
On the shortest day all year
In gray or in the sun
We have invite to pause, be still
Before the day is done
The dawn that comes, as every morn
Declares a new beginning
A day to lift the veil that tore
At least, to see it thinning
To yearn for Love arriving full
Reality, yet not shown
To see such fruit, as fields will yield
Still today being sown
As darkness seems to come swiftly
There threatening our hope
We are not those who, seized by fear
Assume the end of rope
The light that shines on shadowed eve
This infant that was born
Love revealed as “God with us”
Even here with those who mourn
We look together, not unto
The sun so early setting
But to the refugee, beloved
And child she is begetting…
words from wick 