Advent Is

Toes curled at the edge before jumping from the plane
Bodies crouched in position before bursting from the gate

Ballerinas posed behind the curtain front and center stage
A child perched on shoulders waiting for the parade

A trapeze performer flying freely through the air
A lump of clay spinning gently under the potter’s care.

Advent is

The minute before
The moments between
A beginning, a becoming
A standing on the brink

A curious anticipation, a breathless amazement
A careful paying attention, alert for transformation.

It cannot be rushed, it cannot be forced
It will not come quickly

It simply unfolds, it slowly unfurls
It’s not in a hurry

There are no short-cuts
No speed-bumps
No work-arounds
No re-routes

You can’t stop it
Slow it down
Speed it up
Or skirt around.

So you simply savor
And Cherish
And ponder
And treasure

You let it be gentle
You watch it move slowly
You see it come softly
Every moment is holy