Advent – Prayer in Waiting

 

 

Advent is upon my soul.

Divine gift of season,

I listen for the cry of a First Born Son,

Begotten before Time begun,

And enfleshed in the Virgin’s womb.

 

I come to her,

Who is the Ark,

Your Mercy Seat.

Kneeling beside her

In these pregnant moments,

I lay my head upon her lap.

 

Her wonderment and awe

In steadfast contemplation,

Inspire angels' songs.

 

I hear their reverent voices

In my night.

Their chorus bids me come.

Come to the stable of simplicity.

 

Leave the noisy city for a deserted place,

The Wilderness whose hidden way

Leads to the waiting manger,

Now, in expectant readiness,

For the Food that will feed

The hungry world.

 

My Advent prayer,

Come, O Holy Infant!

Come to my straw!