Yesterday's post on John the Baptist brought this lovely poem in response from one of my readers that I just had to share. It captures beautifully the choice that is before us all in this age of wanton commercialization.
Dear Readers, do you have an Advent poem you have written that you would like to share as well?
by Oranne Lee Eichorn
They are getting ready. They rush and push and spend their coin.
They honk their horns to claim spaces for the chariots,
So that they may scurry into the throngs of the marketplace
Where they worship the glitter, the piles of plastic,
The latest energized icons of destruction to inundate
upon the children.
To prepare. To prepare?
I know a man who went instead into the wilderness today.
He walked among the trees, sought out the geese
Who were alighting upon the pond swollen now
From yesterday's rain
and watched two does bring their growing fawns to
the seemingly silent meadow.
I know a woman who sat sipping tea, delighted that 20 doves
came to feast upon her seeds, scattered beneath the oak
In last night's winds.
Gazing in wonder at the three mock pear trees ablaze with golden leaves
and the bushes with winter's red blossoms hung by God for the solstice.
Sit quietly, my friend, and travel the path of John today.