Fanny sleeps, Mary
Watches as Todd fixes the
Window that blew off
The house. I breath in
The scent of pine and coffee
And wonder if there
Was a send-off. I
Look at the lights on our tree
And wonder if Christ
Met with Moses or
Walked with the Father beside
Glistening waters
Pondering as they
Prayed for all here on earth? Was
There one final meal?
Did He disappear
To reappear in the dark
Of Mary’s womb? Or
With Gabriel, through
Heavens, through galaxies, bursts
Of flames, shooting stars
Did He travel to
arrive–planted seed–while the
World lay sleeping?
Born of Light, He brought
Light into our night, and will
Come again. Candles
Are lit, flames of hope
For the lonely, lit for the
Tempted, the lost and
Broken, the wounded,
Or mildly contented. We
Stand before the lights
On the trees, in front
Of wreaths on the doors where He
Knocks and listens. He
Waits. Do we hear? He
Once walked in sandals, betrayed
And rejected, is
Acquainted with all
That we carry and bear. He
Sees. He’s the host of
Advent, who protects
And provides abundant love
And healing. Grace meets
Repentance. So sing
Songs of joy, He comes for a
Reason. New Life—to
Plant love within us.
A path lies before us, lit
Bright with hope—leading
Us from wondering
To Wonder. Where is the True
Light found this Advent?
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Contemplating Advent through Haiku. Adapted from Deb’s Advent Calendar 2019, Day Five.
Light over darkness…
Beautiful, again . . .
You put a smile on my face. Thanks, Bruce. 😊🙏❤️
Yes. 💛💫🙏
😊🙏 ❤️
A wonderful chain haiku Deb. Love the title, I like light so much, how else could we gain God’s perspective but in light seeing
One of your best, and a reason to snatch joy from the jaws of despair.
I’m blown away at the skill that’s gone into this, Deb! I know that isn’t your main intention – it’s the beauty of the words and the message that make it what it is.
“Born of Light, He brought
Light into our night, and will
Come again. Candles
Are lit, flames of hope
For the lonely, lit for the
Tempted, the lost and
Broken, the wounded,
Or mildly contented.”
I love this!
Gary, we couldn’t! Thank you for reading.
Larry, how is it “the best” just seem to flow from the fingers (or the heart I guess.) Thank you. ❤️
Lesley, thank you! I was just thinking about making an edit to that. Now I won’t! It’s so much better having fellow writers with you in this writing journey. I appreciate you. ❤️❤️
Thank you Deb. 😀
I’m glad you didn’t edit it.
The first few haikus remind me of the woman that said when she thinks of Christmas, she pictures the Father standing at the door of heaven, waving goodbye to His Son. <3
Have a blessed advent season, Deb.
Annie, That’s a beautiful image I’ll hold in my heart. Thank you. I can’t wait to get over there and read the excerpts from your novel. I’m coming!!! ♥️💫
Beautiful
What creative imagery, Deb! I never considered that God the Father and God the Son may have spoken together at the heavenly gates just before Jesus left heaven. Nor have I wondered just HOW he came–in an instant, or in a warp-speed flight through the universe–with Gabriel–exploding stars as they came! Your wonderful imagination offers MUCH for us to contemplate, and expands our awe for worship.
Aww, that means so much. Thank you. 🙏
Nancy, I give all credit to the creativity of the Holy Spirit. It’s so fun to ride on His wings. ♥️
You’re welcome! 😊
Thank you, Nancy. ♥️