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Poem:
Advent
by Carla Christopher Wilson
Hold fast,
slip fingered though your grasp has been
against moments run like rain
through futile clenched hands
Hold fast,
the brightness is coming
Stand firm,
toes curled against a frozen earth,
braced against soil
determined in its lack of welcome
Stand firm,
the warmth is coming
Be still,
the cracking of dawn like a broken shell
is spilling gold
into the purple darkness
Be still,
the sky is moving
Listen,
humming vibrations gather speed,
lifting flattened arches
and resting heels
Listen,
the earth is moving
Be ready
Poised and present, taut and sharp eyed,
waiting with ears turned
and open cupped hands
Be ready,
day is coming
Go forward,
even against wind without source,
Look toward the cliffs where birds with restless wings build nests
You have not been brought into this tundra winter
without reason, and purpose
Go forward,
dawn is coming.