Advent Dawn
I left the warm
for the Advent dawn
whilst she slept on
Softly breathing still
to the end of night.
And now,
looking through the glass
open to the rising light
the day was breaking within sight.
Slowly chairs crept from the gloom
hard surfaces forming in the sombre room
and the settee’s soft silhouette coming into view.
All from yesterday reassuringly still there
no change then as I lingered where
this new day was dawning
in the shape of life to come.
Anticipated happenings, although different
Similar but not the same.
So then, here I am now alone
waiting, Lord, waiting at your window
slightly worn and forlorn
with nowhere to go
waiting for your Divinity to be born.
Dave Evans
