Winter skies of deep indigo inky

And blotted with a moon of chilled pearl

Come earlier each afternoon

lingering into the morning

More deliberately

Magnifying

My ache and yen

For rest, quiet, peace

As I travel towards another Bethlehem remembrance.

It is Advent

And the wait is the treasure.

I light a single candle amid

Stories of cosmic chaos

Humming lullabys

That sound like carols

And I breathe in the purity

Of an inky indigo night.

Welcome Advent.