Advent Has No Candles

Updated: Sep 27, 2021

This is the sound of one hand clapping--

a rhythm that strings our wincing steps,

a destination unexpected-- the opposite of debt.

This is the feel of one hand clasping--

that breath caught soft, no word to arise

that small depth felt oft, when a bird slight flies.

This is the startle of one hand, close so sudden--

drawing near,

drawing breath,

drawing forth and fore

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