Advent
Wind whistling, as it
does
in winter, and I
think
nothing of it until
it snaps a shutter off
her bedroom window,
spins
it over the roof and down
to crash on the deck in
back,
like something out of Oz.
We look up, stunned—then glad
to be safe and have a
story,
characters in a
fable
we only half-believe.
With acknowledgment to Mary Jo Salter, the full poem may be read at Poetry.org. It was CS Lewis who used to say, "Imagine Winter without Christmas." Of course that came from the The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe. The point is that in Lewis' fiction there is the truth we read in Salter's poem--our Advent journey begins in a land and place of fiction and goes to the real Truth of our lives. Every year, the characters in the nativity story begin in fiction and move toward the Truth that God holds out for each one of us--through the winter of our lives to the household of God, the temple of the Holy Spirit.
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