Today is my Sabbath (weekly day of rest) and for some reason I was reminded of this liturgy that my brother posted on his Facebook account about this time last year.
I thought of this poem because, this year, my goal is for the holidays to be sort of an annual Sabbath; a month or two of the year when (hopefully) life slows down and I get to rest, relax, and recharge with friends and family. I know that this may not be the reality for many (myself included), but it's my primary goal this Christmas. Enjoy... Quiet Advent it is a time of whispers of rumors and echoes angels are unfurling their wings stars are dancing new steps and the universe is drawing breath for now we live in the waiting time let the darkness gather let the seasons change let the nights draw in to their darkest moment the light is on it's way so come now be a blessing to the frantic and worried world come now and find space silence stillness for God is slipping into skin and restless in the womb it is advent P.S. I tried unsuccessfully to find out who the original author is so I could credit him/her. If anyone knows who wrote this, please let me know.
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