[An excerpt from a lectionary reading on this First Sunday of Advent followed by a stanza of a poem that resonated:]
You know what time it is, how it is now the moment for you to wake from sleep. – Romans 13.11
…. It is the opening of eyes long closed.
It is the vision of far off things
seen for the silence they hold.
It is the heart after years
of secret conversing
speaking out loud in the clear air….
- David Whyte, Songs for Coming Home (from the poem, The Opening of the Eyes)