Second Sunday in Advent, December 10, 2017

In this shortest of all Advents, two weeks left, old Dickens and his Christmas Carol seem to be calling me. Such a simple thing — this week learning from the Ghost of Christmas Present. And what would a season with the edge of apocalyptic be without a week with the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come.

God, for Christmas present I give thanks.
I would say Advent present,
and that’s what Dickens means —
for now.

For now.
For the imperfect –
for lop-sided trees, a dead string of lights,
which bulb can it be?
for not being able to fix
someone’s depression or sadness
or alcoholism,
for the news of California fires,
and rocks and rubber bullets
that my country
sent flying in Ramallah.

For now.
For the becoming perfect —
for poems written
in a Virginia church basement,
for an old dog with disc pain
but a wag like the best
bow on a present,
for the people I see this year
and the happy selfies sent
of those far away,
for the smile of the man
ringing the sally bell
outside the supermarket,
and inconvenient beautiful snow.

For now?
For me in this Christmas Present?

Returning the smile,
trying to not be
that burnt out bulb –
so many bulbs depend on me.

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One Response to Second Sunday in Advent, December 10, 2017

  1. Stephen Price says:

    Thank you. Amen

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