Two Advent offerings for today. First, a poem by Madeleine L’Engle:
THE GLORY
Without any rhyme
Without any reason
my heart lifts to light
in this bleak season
Believer and wanderer
caught by salvation
stumbler and blunderer
into Creation
In this cold blight
where marrow is frozen
it is God’s time
my heart has chosen
In paradox and story
parable and laughter
find I the glory
here in hereafter
And on that wandering note, a wonderful line from a Rumi poem, which I’ve had the good pleasure to hear put to music and sung as a round:
Come, come, whoever you are
wanderer, worshipper
lover of leaving
ours is no caravan of despair
come, yet again, come
Pax
Heather
Heather Choate Davis 