An Advent Morn On Winter Solstice Eve

On Winter Solstice eve
in the bleak mid-winter
darkness and cold grip the earth

Soon the Light of the Son
come down to a broken world
on a dirty stable floor

Emmanuel, God with us,
the Cosmic Christ come down
a babe, humble, weak, and vulnerable

Escaping from authorities, a refuge,
resisting the oppressive empire’s domination
with his message of authentic life and radical love

On this Advent morn
anticipating this coming,
healing Light of our shipwrecked souls

The Fire of the Spirit is kindled
the Light of the world returns
healing through New Life Eternally

Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
December 20, 2019

Photo by Herb Stone