Poetry list, Advent
Advent Waiting ~ an incomplete truth?
Is all our living a time of waiting?
Each moment incomplete and always borne
by time’s ceaseless flow?
We make ourselves complete in our incompleteness
by being at the centre and recalibrating all else.
The past is irretrievable and as good as fiction:
all that you need is me in the present moment
and the future can be mine…
But it’s not true. The future might not be mine
because I might not be the future.
If flesh and blood, the pulse of being,
passes away, what is left?
Does anything mean anything?
The meaning is hidden, beyond us,
and yet within us.
The other has made us:
the other is the mystery
that defies my mortality
and will come
in time
in humility
in birth
in love
in death.
Advent: the days of the year grow shorter
and the nights longer
yet in the dark a light has shone
and it comes always
now
and has a name
a hand to take us and lead us.
There is no waiting for this truth,
this completeness.
Hold out your hand;
open your mind and heart;
let go.
The waiting is filled
with hope
and faith
and love.
© Neil Thompson 2019