Ordinary Advent Time
Awakened out of sick sleep
on a work day, I look out the window fascinated and just watch the afternoon sun move light around the sailing clouds in a sea of sky that turns from grey to choppy blue to golden glowing purple on an ordinary Advent day when bare branches click praise together in wailing wind. I was too sick to go in today, so my office is merely to witness and testify to this background of grace in which we live and move and have our being-- a glorious truth we often fail to see except when we watch and pray and join the praise-- not a bad day’s work after all. © 2006 Tess Lockhart. All rights reserved. |