It is dark, the train has just pulled out of the station, safety instructions filter in, along with conductors search for someone travelling all the way to Montreal, someone's breakfast catches my attention as I sip my tea.
I am heading to a hub of curiosity, a three year old, engaged and excited by yesterday's Christmas tree acquisition, wondering why it is not yet Christmas.
This Advent wait is long.
It is dark.
We have left the city.
How long must we wait, to see the way before us?
How long must I wait?
Can I stand curious before the Great Mystery?
Do I dare to release all anxiety?
Replace it with
the changing dark, the shadows, the stories they tell.
This Advent wait is long.
Stopped, new companions join,
by desire, by longing for certainty, for
security, for light
My seat shakes, vibrates, enfolded in darkness,
the journey continues
This Advent wait is long.
"Do not grow old, no matter how long you live. Never cease to stand like curious children before the Great Mystery into which we were born." Albert Einstein
gkn Dec.2015
Beautiful -- you've captured the waiting, mystery and anticipation.... What will be next? Why not now?
ReplyDelete"Never cease to stand like curious children...." Thank you.