Come into the darkness
and sit quietly
with the dreams of this season.
Dreams of the Hebrew people ~
of lions and lambs laying together,
of justice rolling down like full streams of water,
of lands flowing with milk and honey,
of joy that comes in the morning.
Dreams of a carpenter ~
of being faithful to his betrothed in the midst of public scorn,
of taking the road less traveled
and journeying on the back roads.
Dreams of your own heart and mind ~ of the searching for and
claiming the masculine within and beside the feminine,
embracing the mystical and the logical,
the creative and the protective,
the carpenter and the birthmother.
Dreams of the dark ~ the dark night of your soul,
The dark recesses of your mind,
The darkness beyond the gate of the future,
the dark of waiting, and of not knowing, and of trusting,
and of letting go, and of letting go even more.
And in the dreams,
In the dark,
On this first Sunday of Advent,
Sing from deep within,
O Come, O Come Emmanuel.
