A Meditation for the Second Sunday of Advent From Canon Amy Two Poems for the Second Sunday of Advent I. Frizzy, stinking hair will become soft and useful. It will give warmth and color. It will take form by becoming entangled with itself. It will survive the spikes and thin out twisting and wrapping over wooden wheels sliding between fingers warmed by the turns as it becomes perfected and chosen, ready to be put to use. Prayers unwind to the count, Words unravel into the air. The possible appears. II. Cry out! says a voice. What to cry out? we plead. Throats ache and Lungs are empty. Use my words, says the voice. Do not be afraid. We beg. And now we wait. Watch for the impossible where good news begins. Keep watching for what is true and real even while the world moves slow and stretches thin. Watch for mercy and for love resist paths too quick or clear. Keep watching for the right and the just turn, turn, turn and come as close as you can bear. The meeting place of comfort and of peace welcomes with the kiss. As gentleness and might embrace we in our wait persist.
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