Advent: a reminder that redemption
is pending. It shimmers
in the icy air;
the cinnamon steam
rising from coffee mugs;
the patch of blue sky
above the sanctuary steps.
Until then, our limitations loom
as someone misses the high note by a half step,
confuses heaven and hell in the Creed,
or burns a finger lighting the candle of hope
on Sunday morning.
-Ruth Moon