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)