Prepare to meet your God, O Israel!
Amos 4: 12
Staring mortality in the face,
climb Advent with summer spent –
days breathing in winter’s race
transforming life to solemn Lent.
Clinging to fragile pulse of joy:
rip off our face cosmetic sealed,
off the thirst for sweet and toys!
Pull onward to the Light revealed
Stuff our mouth with words of prayer
reminding God our love is there
begging like Mary to prepare.
“Holy is your name!” Come impart
flesh and hope-less mind
with soft glory to those so blind
in a tiny
bread tenderly raised,
cultured warm in Mary’s praise.
Walking, walking holy days
to Heaven from our earth’s tomb.
Forgive, little Child, forget our
help us to meet those truly in need.
… tiptoeing down stairs on Christmas morn,
hard days forgotten and joy
by Virginia M. Kimball,