Second Sunday of Advent


"Shepherd"

There was a time when I believed.
I carried it close.
I don't think of that anymore. I am too tired for faith.
That once fresh hope is gone. A hole. A dull ache.
The days are too full of hurry and pain.

And then 

this void blankness of sky
is filled with angels
inviting me back 
into a joy I had long abandoned.
Calling me to rise and go
sending me home 
to the love

who had not forgotten me.

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