An Advent Poem
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You are beyond my hearing,
and the Word comes
You are beyond my gaze,
an image forms
You are beyond my understanding,
and I recognize you
You are beyond my grasp,
yet here I am.
A rising sun’s distance
letting us be, discover, grow,
reign
while flailing, failing, falling,
you forgive, free, finish what you began.
Silence forever pregnant, perpetually giving birth.
I call your Name, who never left.
More Personal than this icon I am;
more Real than my immaculate conceptions.
You are Jesus, the Word made flesh,
Mary’s son, and God’s.
I know you,
but not nearly as I am known.
This being disadvantaged
gives me great joy!
Faith penetrating the dark radiance,
peering through opaque, visionary eyes
at who and what is true.
You are vastly more, beyond beyond;
and I am held. here. by You.
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