My favorite poet, my sister-in-law Ginny Rowlett, shared with me her journal entry for December 2 that begins with her reflections on Advent. I am delighted to have her permission to pass it on to a wider audience. Please enjoy and pass it on to anyone who comes to mind as you read it.
December 2, 2014
Yet another Christmas season is upon us,
as Advent observance overlays our days
like the protective shade of angels’ wings
that fluttered above unknowing shepherds.
Once again we recall when the God-mystery
became known to humanity in a unique way—
through the profound vulnerability of a baby
reaching up to us and out to all creation.
Each hour of each day becomes a moment
of decision: how do I respond to what I experience
of the One beyond knowing, beyond words or imagination,
the One who yet steals into my heart and life
through each open window of my soul.
Daily I, in my imperfect way, seek to embrace
the peace of accepting an all-knowing and every present
Spirit who enfolds my very being to give meaning to my life.
Advent is in the newness and wonder of each moment
when a Baby is wiser than I, stronger, happier,
more powerful—when each Christmas signifies
all “new” beginnings. And herein do I grow
old and young at the same time. (VBR journal)
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