As the calendar moves us into a new season, now in the second week of Advent, so I move into a new cosy home (and little by little getting organized). Bookshelves are stacked haphazardly instead of thoughtfully, I am learning where things are and where to store items, and I am getting accustomed to sounds and the environment of a new place. We have journeyed through the first week of advent. A period starting in darkness leading into the weeks of waiting for the gift of Jesus.
The days continue to grow shorter. Dawn rises later and later as I am sipping coffee by the window, I start in dim light and watch the gentle glow begin to cast itself over the land. The sun sets before the end of the work day, and we need the warm lights to glow for us early in the evening.
The light is gentle and it is growing as we inch our ways toward Christmas.
O come O come, Emmanuel...
It's the season of light dawning. Doesn't it seem even more significant when the world is dark, both metaphorically and naturally (seasonally)? That light you see cresting over the horizon is hopeful and lovely. It awakens our senses to a fresh day with all the possibilities open to us.
Like a new journal full of pages, each new page is a clean start. Our imaginations can get a grip onto something in the open space of a new day, to land somewhere wonder-filled.
These approaching Winter days are full of ways to see the world with fresh eyes of a new day.
It makes an Even Face
Of Mountain and of Plain -
Unbroken Forehead from the East
Unto the East again.
(Emily Dickinson)
People look East, as the hymn says, because the dawn is coming. Look to the hope of what is to come. The Light is coming, and this is the time in Advent where we look East and prepare for the Love, Light, Goodness, as the Lord is coming.
People look East and sing today, Love the Lord is on the way.
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