Categories: Devotionals

Advent IV Poem



leaning  hard against the winter window

breath appears as cloud,

fingers tracing, perhaps, a name


walking through winter woods

breath escapes to be seen, 

as tho’ leading the way deeper


there comes this visible Breath

in places where there is no room

no hope, no end-in-sight


there comes this Breath that invites

shepherds from hills

and stars to sing


fingers tracing a name. . .

Prince of Peace

leaving our deeper longing breathless


Peace and some quiet,

Pastor Susan