Today is a Sabbath pause.
See you tomorrow for week three of Advent Explorations.
Enjoy the poetry.
God waits silently
in our inner recesses,
the chambers of our soul,
gazing lovingly
on our
treasure,
awaiting our response.
Yvonne Morland
Blessing the Threshold
Jan Richardson
This blessing
has been waiting for you
for a long time.
While you have been
making your way here
this blessing has been
gathering itself
making ready
biding its time
praying.
This blessing has been
polishing the door
oiling the hinges
sweeping the steps
lighting candles
in the windows.
This blessing has been
setting the table
as it hums a tune
from an old song
it knows,
something about
a spiraling road
and bread
and grace.
All this time
it has kept an eye
on the horizon,
watching,
keeping vigil,
hardly aware of how
it was leaning itself
in your direction.
And now that
you are here
this blessing
can hardly believe
its good fortune
that you have finally arrived,
that it can drop everything
at last
to fling its arms wide
to you, crying
welcome
welcome
welcome.
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