Second Friday of Advent

Please read Isaiah 60:1; John 1:9

mountain ranges stretch down

the block:

the once pristine snow,

dazzling

us with its lightness,

now plowed and tossed aside,

litter-topped with the

skim off the street;

the greyness of the skies

leadens our spirits,

as once more we begin

the sisyphean task

of pushing hope up

mount despair, only to

have indifference snatch

it out of our hands,

tossing it back down,

hollering 'fetch.'

dusklings tiptoe through

the neighborhood,

deluminators in hand,

seeking to abscond with

the joy in each carol,

the wonder in each child,

the hope in each heart,

the promise in the Story;

so come,

Rising Dawn,

your lucent love

filling our every moment.

(c) 2009 Thom M. Shuman