To be told that waiting's in our future
is a great dread for many.
Of course, it depends on the thing
for which we're destined to wait.
If it's something dreadful, it's not so much
the wait that bothers us as the knowing.
If, on the other hand, it's something desirable,
the knowing can sometimes make it bearable.
Perhaps that feeling of not-yet
for something our heart desires deeply,
is the very definition of hope.
That's what makes the timing of Advent
in the northern hemisphere so appropriate.
As fall gives way to winter,
both existentially and literally, the sun
keeps to itself more and more,
leaving us to wonder if the solstice
really is a turning point; casting shadows
of doubt on the notion that,
even though a season of cold is upon us,
the solar arc will enlarge,
leading to the gift of spring.
This is the season in which
the Advent promise unfolds;
the descending darkness into which
we light more and more candles each week.
This season, may we all smell, hear,
touch, see, and taste the deepest desires
for which we wait; may we become,
ourselves, candles of hope in all
of the stories opened to us.
© 2016 Todd Jenkins