Darkness to dawn: An Advent poem

The first Sunday of Advent hearkens our period of waiting for the coming King.

Deep darkness
Walking and stumbling
Feeling our way
Feet in the muck
Sucking us down
Helpless cries
Feeling lost
But then the sense
A lightening of our spirit
Darkness turns to dawn
The light breaks through
The Son appears
His light not covered
The secret places revealed
He gives hope and health
We welcome him with us
That light now within
In us; through us
We dwell in him
Our cracked clay pots
Now shine forth bright
What was dirty and broken
Reveals patterns of light
The people walking in darkness
Have seen a great light
On those living in darkness
A light has dawned
Come, Lord Jesus.
© 2014 by Amy Boucher Pye

A poem after Isaiah 9:2, “The people walking in darkness have seen a great light; on those living in the land of deep darkness a light has dawned.”

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