Advent,
    and who is this approaching?

What hidden self
    emerges from the woods,
    the crawl space,
    the garden labyrinth?

What time-hidden, reclusive divine embodiment
    has Word to give,
    Word to enflesh,
    my Word, that Word?

What lost unspokenness
    now comes to the end of its wandering?

Where will be this birthing,
    its pain, its release,
    its joy, its terror?

Giving birth. Being birthed.

Advent,
    and what is this approaching?

Text and image © 2014 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved.