advent

FeetHe came after. He was a date, was loosely marked on a calendar, 2010. He was pressures and stretch, maybe elbows, knees; he was flutters and planning. He was waiting. He taught us how to wait in a season that is about the wait. We were reminded of how the world once waited long ago with hope and without assurance. We were impatient while trying to be reflective of the current, of the moment, of all the many, many moments in succession that created pluralistic monument. He was the boy built bigger than he was, then, before. Because until he came he only took up space outside the world, within us, bounded by prospect and faith and optimism. My wife continue reading…

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