#Waiting
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The candles have spoken their namesand burned themselves down to quiet truths.Hope learned to endure,Joy softened into stillness,Peace found room in the ache,Love bent low and stayed. Now the wreath holds its breath. We have walked the long waythrough promise and patience,through prayers that did not hurry God.The road narrows here.Words thin.Attention sharpens. Above us,… Read more
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It is not enough to sit still, hands folded,as if the world turns without our longing.Advent is a practice of noticing—the way the light changes by the hour,how the frost etches its delicate laceon the windowpane,and the silence hums with expectation. This waiting is not empty.It is a stirring, a gathering—like birds preparing for flight,their… Read more
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The earth holds its breath in the twilight,a hushed stillness cloaked in ancient longing.The skies stretch wide, their stars trembling,as if they too wait for the dawn of glory. Time folds inward, bearing the weight of hope,fragile yet fierce, pressed into every shadow.The prophets’ whispers echo in the silence,each word a flame flickering against despair.… Read more
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Advent is the crack of dawn before light,not absence but the tender weight of approach.It is the stillness that trembles with purpose,the air heavy with the scent of an unseen rain. We do not wait as stones wait for the tide,unmoved and inert, shaped only by time.We wait as seeds press against the dark soil,restless… Read more
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Advent is no soft hymn.It is the groan of creation stretched taut,the soil breaking open under frost,the grinding wheel of time sharpening uson the edge of eternity. This waiting is not a polite nod toward hope—it is raw and jagged,a burning bush in the wildernessthat won’t leave us untouched.We wait with our hearts stripped bare,our… Read more
Prayerfully Poetic 