Our pastor, our vicar and the church administrator have all been exposed to someone who came into our church building and then tested positive for Covid-19. We're not a large church, so the outdoor service and drive-through communion for this week are cancelled. The clergy are isolating, getting tested, and we all have our fingers crossed. My husband was in the building this week too. We're sorting through that. No different than what each of you is going through I'm sure. Everything on a scale. Trying to be hyper-vigilant without succumbing to fear. Balancing risks.
So yes, if ever there was a year that needed Christmas this is it. For a thousand reasons. When life is as complex as ours is right now reading or writing a poem sometimes helps. Here is my offer, small as it is.
Advent is a time to wait.
Silent thoughts.
Whispered prayers.
Hushed hopes.
It is meant for contemplation.
As the night tucks in the day so should we.
O come O come Emmanuel.
Bring peace on earth to us as well.
While we wait let us be more, let us do less.
Now is not the time to do, but the time to undo.
Take a breath.
The air is fresh.
In and out as we wait . . .
Nina Naomi
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