ADVENT: SILENCE

ADVENT: SPEAK (TENDERLY) by Timothy Haut
Into the vast emptiness, the infinite silence, the Word was spoken. "Good," it seemed to say, echoing through immense chasms of nothingness, piercing the primordial darkness with light, stirring dancing atoms into whales and birds and dragonflies, roaring in great surging tides of wind and water and blowing grass. "Love," it called again, and this time it rattled the windows of a warm bedroom where a dying woman lay propped up on pillows, sipping ginger ale from a paper cup. She stared at the blank TV set beyond her toes, then smiled at a flitting memory of sun on water, of a wondrous kiss, of all tender whispers held in the One Voice, now calling her. "Love," she heard, "Come." (Comments to Tim at timothyhaut@yahoo.com.) Deep River, CT