ADVENT: SILENCE

ADVENT: MORNING MAGNIFICAT by Timothy Haut
ADVENT: MORNING MAGNIFICAT What is in me? What is it that stirs in the hollow of my heart, that strange and silent place which holds countless secrets unknown even to myself? It is the well of my tears, the casket of memories, the womb of dreams. It is where I felt the stirring today, at dawn, as carmine flames rose in the eastern sky. From there came a crescendo of geese, wings plowing the sky, bearing northwest, into the darkness. Over me, autographing the morning, they honked, shouted their Magnificat, a feathered psalm of joy. Inside, something hopeful felt the flames, the wings, the psalm-- said, "let it be according to your word." Maybe something will be born after all in that darkness which has waited so long. Maybe something will be born after all in me. (Comments to Tim at timothyhaut@yahoo.com.) Deep River, CT