We wing into the holy day

Art:  Birds      by Angela Harding




Here's a poem by Steven Leake:

Advent

 

We await the fullness of time – the fullness of the moon

Somewhere your star-struck choir sings

As the evening unpeels our histories.

The world is here again!

 

I feel the breathing of yuletide fires,

The ribboned refrains of seasoned candles

And bars of voices beyond St. Stephen’s Wall.

The robin appears in a globe of joy

His carol negotiating wreaths of cloud

And tinsled cakes of snow.

 

We wing into the holy day

While the blinking eye of the gifting moon

Receives you at that vanishing point

 

On memory’s path:

Outlived by love

 

Alone.