We wait four weeks as we advent to Christmas.
But haven't we been waiting since last March?
For something? For relief? For a time without masks? For an embrace?
We wait some more.
In the new year a vaccine will come to save us.
Some were not saved. Some did not make it to this day.
From my friend Bob ...
Some . . too many are not here today.
There is deep sorrow in this coming, this advent.
And deep darkness along this path to light.
We have tilted, with the planet, into longer nights and shorter days.
Into deeper dark and thinner light.
Why is this Advent different from earlier Advents?
Advent in pandemic.
Pandemic before, during and beyond Advent.
In the dark, death stalking.
In the dark, we long for light.
Maybe this Advent is different from other Advents
because we are engulfed by more darkness than ever before.
Maybe this Advent is unique because our yearning for light
and love is as close as and as distant as an embrace, a cure.
Even one small flickering candle will do.
A wave across the distance.
Since last March
A light at the end of four weeks
A birth of someone
A coming to us
An embrace
A welcome like we've never known before
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