Advent

At that time, we were waiting.

For what? you ask.

For everything in the world that was fading and being made new.

For the return of the one who had come.

For the real to become yet more real.

For Christmas.

End in sight

However long the way,
Dark the night,
Rocky the path I grope along--

Let me see with the
Eyes of my spirit
That City of peace and
Delight I will call Home.

. . .

To travel straight, one must
Look at the horizon.