Darkness to dawn: An Advent poem

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

Darkness

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.”