Advent I
Lights are dimmed, so candles are lit.
Darkness comes sooner and fades slower
as cold seeps longer.
Why have all the trees died?
leafless on a shriven winter night.
How long O Lord?
lamenting and weeping for what,
we do not know.
Why do we wait?
hands join calling for Emmanuel
Come--
Come--
Please, Emmanuel.
Drums always make my mom cry.
Is this a season for joy or penitence?
I was not told to somberly celebrate.
The Christmas season always
left slightly wanting.
