How strange that this longing
the prophets spoke of remains.
How every generation have claimed
their last days are The Last Days.
How the call to ascend principalities and powers
still converges on multiple mountains.
How ploughshares create life
but swords end it.
How spears fallow flesh
but pruning hooks feed it.
How harvests happen when warring hearts
bear the fruits of peace.
How we are reminded, on Advent,
that hope has a name
and our longings know it.
from Advent reading Dec 1st