Advent: December 14 By Vincent H. Anastasi 2022 You don’t really think our vulgar presence, pungent smell and uncouth ways have a place in this pageant announced by heavenly choirs?
Advent: December 13 By Vincent H. Anastasi 2022 In the beginning you had to take it on faith; it couldn’t be seen, impossible to conceive, carrying divinity!
This post resonated with me today as I read it over lunch. A fitting reminder for the Advent season from one of my favorite deepening grounds: Wendell Berry! Remembering that it happened once. A Sabbath poem by Wendell Berry. Remembering that it happened once | Wendell Berry (Sabbath Poems 1987:VI)
Advent: December 12 By Vincent H. Anastasi 2022 No room. No room. No difference between the inns and my crowded heart where worry lodges with fear and that trickster, wealth, checks in.
Advent: December 11 By Vincent H. Anastasi 2022 Huddled round the fire, warmed by more than dying flames, we share our stories and laugh the hearty laughter of the unashamed and free.
Advent: December 10 By Vincent H. Anastasi 2022 Sometimes the business of living robs the season of its sacred joy: Time’s teeming expectancy like children counting the days.
Advent: December 9 By Vincent H. Anastasi 2022 When we left our home we were no more than scandal – (a virgin with child!) – but this love-gift changes all, turning gossip to gospel.
Advent: December 8 By Vincent H. Anastasi 2022 The empty places like the white space on this page define what remains and gathered round the table we embrace our lives left full.
Advent: December 7 By Vincent H. Anastasi 2022 There must have been those who heard angelic voices, saw heavens aflame but wonder-starved, traveled on their way unmoved and unchanged.
Advent: December 6 By Vincent H. Anastasi 2022 The garden footfalls echo down Bethlehem streets to the skull-shaped hill; here in between birth and death I hear them in my heart’s core.