Holy Anticipation,
that breathtaking space in-between
what has been, what is, what is-to-come.
Where winter dreams reveal secret longings
and winged angels announce the coming of Love.
You draw us to the edge of Advent possibility
like the song of angels drawing shepherds—
eyes wide and breath held—
waiting, watching.
Come, settle into our living for awhile
and do not let us settle for too little.
Amen.
-Pamela C. Hawkins
Simply Wait
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