So much getting ready for Christmas at church makes getting my own Christmas process take longer. I love Advent because it give me permission to slow down and take whatever time I need to really be prepared for the days of celebration. So this morning I am thinking about what should go into my annual Christmas letter and as the pile of cards from friends mounts up, I am thinking what I want to say in return to them. I am beginning to feel the need to finish what has started this year and the stirrings of what’s ahead are beginning to push on me. This poem, which came through inward/outward (inwardoutward.org)one day last week keeps calling me back to read it again. It captures the sense of the stirrings of the new and the challenge that comes with walking toward it, not knowing what might be ahead. For me, the tension of walking a path that is unknown is a scary thing, until I remember whose path I’m on, and who walks with me.
Where Life Resounds
Dag Hammarskjold
I am being driven forward
Into an unknown land.
The pass grows steeper,
The air colder and sharper.
A wind from my unknown goal
Stirs the strings
Of expectation.
Still the question:
Shall I ever get there?
There where life resounds,
A clear pure note
In the silence.
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