I laid the Advent Card representing today, beside my journal.
My intent to ponder its visual as I’d done with the others.
The day got away from me and I waited for the rain to offer a half hour or so.
I wanted to walk.
I walked, noticing grey skies and vacant landscape. The sky, foreboding, the wind stronger when I turned back towards home.
But, it was okay. I walked on, my steps confident.
Raindrops blowing around me, landing sharply on my face like tiny pin pricks.
Still, I walked on, a confident, good and strong walk.
Trees, dark and severe against the stormy sky. Bare, curly limbs curled, like tight fists clenched.
The air was thick and the clouds began to meld into a more solidly thick darkness.
Still, I walked on.
Noticed barren limbs again on path.
Reminding me of crown made of thorns. Of a dark foreboding day before symbolic and surprisingly new life, His resurrection, mine.
Closer to home, I stopped to look for my companion.
A hawk. First noticed as I turned toward walking path from driveway.
Large bird, solitary and intermittent in showing itself, in unison it seemed.
I walked on, turning to look towards sky.
Back home, greeted by dogs, I look up and see again.
Circling above, still.
Led me home, joined me there, made sure I’m good.
And I think of what I can’t discern, bigger than me, greater than I can figure and I realize there’s no need. His way is not our way
Tomorrow is Christmas Eve, the night marked by the birth of a King, our Savior.
A King without a throne.
whose only crown was twisted, mainly limbs of brittle thorn.
A King sired by Holy Spirit. God the Father, to save our souls.
Merry Christmas. Advent has led us here.