Because
you love us in our weakness, because
You
love always, suddenly and completely, what is
In
front of you, whether it is a lake or leper.
Because
you come again and again to destroy the God
We
keep making in our own image. Will we learn
To
pray: May our hearts be broken open. Will we learn
To
prepare a space in which you might come forth,
In
which, like a bolt of winter solstice light,
You
might enter the opening in the stones, lighting
Our
dark tumulus from beginning to end?”—Robert Cording, from “Advent Stanzas,” in The Best Spiritual Writing 2005, edited by Philip Zaleski (2005)
(The image accompanying this post is
Nativity, a fresco from the early 1440s by Fra Angelica in San Marco, Italy.)
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