Advent

There are wild things

just beyond the creche.

Pry loose an Advent

candle from its round

wreath and walk straight

past the doe-eyed virgin,

deeper into the world

he was born to save.

Jettison your meekness.

Cup your hand over the

flame, you’ll be exposed.

No, don’t look for a star.

Instead listen for the carol

of the trees as the wind

repeats its sounding joy.

You’ll feel more lost than

saved but that’s how the

prophets say it will feel

the closer your journey to

the coming arrival.

- John Blase

A Beautiful Due