Saturday, January 5, 2019

Psalm for the 4th Sunday in Advent

In the morning mist
the coastal hills wait, 
waves fixed, sea frozen
to solid rock, 
smooth
as rippled silk.


The mountains wait too,
but, closer to the sun,
they know more, 
and do not despair.


Soon heaven
will beckon them
to proclaim His peace
and plenty


for then will the poor 
have their fill
of justice.


(24 Dec 2011; 5 Jan 2019)


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