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Advent 3 is a gray day

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I am sad on this gray day

not totally bereft

because,

well, because

Emmanuel

God with us

let all mortal flesh keep silent

and instead

in fear and trembling stand,

which means

we’ll need our bones and muscles, too,

everything we think we are

because most of us see

while the important things

they are invisible

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so much of this could read

as a ghost story

so much is insubstantial

to the senses

and the things we have

that measure substance

substances

chemicals

proteins

DNA

pages are recording devices

with only provenance

to share

if they last long enough

for evidence

narration

testimony

an insubstantial story

about the supernatural

the things that leave no evidence behind

that break into our lives

nonetheless

then left

and we are left with a decision

shall we believe?

what shall we believe?

two more weeks to get it right

leave everything in boxes

open one box

that has

the precious thing in it

the thing carried on wings

the thing that speaks on mountains

and in valleys

you know what it is for us

it is a story

maybe an organic

introduction,

after

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C L Couch

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