The season of Advent
A yearly longing
Child like anticipation of my favourite hymns
A closeness of Spirit
A deepening
Leaning in
Resetting
Picking up with dear
Hope
Joy
Peace
As old friends, that finish my thoughts in conversations
They gather around
this year
Holding my hand
Whispering truth
As I return
Over and over
In some disbelief
That mother is gone
Cleaning, sorting, throwing away
And finding treasures that soften my soul
My heart’s eye sees
The understanding of her common words
” you are just like your father”
Not that she didn’t
But
She didn’t know how to love me,
So Love comes
After all
To bring solis this Advent
While Peace, and Hope and Joy,
Join me with tea
