Advent is a season of waiting and preparation in expectation of the Incarnation, the birth of Jesus the Messiah.
It stands in stark counter-cultural contrast to the busy rush of holiday season, the shrill cry of advertisements, and for students the intensity of finals time.
This Advent, I'll be posting here each day. I'll be composing a poem. One line at a time. One day at a time.
I'm hoping that this will be an exercise in waiting, in preparation, though of course it runs the risk of just being silly. I won't rush this writing. It will take its time, throughout the month.
It begins, simply and obviously enough:
We are waiting.