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Watch for the Light

The James Webb Space Telescope images have given the world a view the world never seen before. What we see has been “there” for oh so long, but we are just now able to “see”. I am mesmerized by the images. To see more Webb images, click .

This new year, (the one that begins on Sunday, December 3), our theme is “Watch for the Light”; it is the title of our Advent study book, and it is my prayer for us in everything we do. To watch means to gaze at, or to observe (like the telescope). If we are watching, we will see beauty unfathomable.

More than twenty of us gathered in our candle-lit sanctuary on Wednesday evening, to read, share, and pray. There was a poem I had never read before—and I had to read it several times to even begin to understand the meaning. Eventually, as I gazed upon the words, I began to see.

Black Rook In Rainy Weather

On the stiff twig up there

Hunches a wet black rook

Arranging and rearranging its feathers in the rain-

I do not expect a miracle

Or an accident

To set the sight on fire

In my eye, nor seek

Any more in the desultory weather some design,

But let spotted leaves fall as they fall

Without ceremony, or portent.

Although, I admit, I desire,

Occasionally, some backtalk

From the mute sky, I can't honestly complain:

A certain minor light may still

Lean incandescent

Out of kitchen table or chair

As if a celestial burning took

Possession of the most obtuse objects now and then —

Thus hallowing an interval

Otherwise inconsequent

By bestowing largesse, honor

One might say love. At any rate, I now walk

Wary (for it could happen

Even in this dull, ruinous landscape); skeptical

Yet politic, ignorant

Of whatever angel any choose to flare

Suddenly at my elbow. I only know that a rook

Ordering its black feathers can so shine

As to seize my senses, haul

My eyelids up, and grant

A brief respite from fear

Of total neutrality. With luck,

Trekking stubborn through this season

Of fatigue, I shall

Patch together a content

Of sorts. Miracles occur.

If you care to call those spasmodic

Tricks of radiance

Miracles. The wait's begun again,

The long wait for the angel,

For that rare, random descent.

As we watch, together, the mundane “arranging and rearranging its feathers in the rain”, may we see a miracle of sorts and know a “brief respite from fear”. Let us watch for the light—for incarnation this Advent, this year, in this beautiful life.

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