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