We welcomed the Advent season yesterday.
Season of anticipation,
of waiting,
of hope,
of birth.

What life, what light, is growing in this fertile dark?

Birth is blood, is tears,
is strength,
is fierce,
is tender, and soft, and bruised.
Birth is hard work.

Without birth, both new life and old die.

What are you growing in me, God?
Make room.
Make space.
For this life planted by you.

Is it ready? Am I?
Help me to be ready to do the work.
To birth the light, the love, the life
that waits, growing in the dark.

© J.L. Sanborn 2015. All rights reserved.

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