At a time when many of us are worried about the future, Allan Boesak reminds us that Advent is a time of hope.
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The Twisted Fingers Letting Go
Catherine Alder has a beautiful poem in which she calls upon us to unclench our fists. I reflect also upon two other works that feature clenched fists, Blake’s “Grey Monk” and George MacDonald’s “Lilith.”
The Stable Is Our Heart
Madeleine L’Engle alludes to “The Second Coming” in this Advent poem, which promises stability in the face of fear and lust for power.
And the Light Shineth in the Darkness…
Auden’s Advent section in “For the Time Being” captures the pessimism that many feel about the world today. Luckily, the poem moves on to the Christmas promise.
Advent and Horror at the Void
Donald Hall’s “Advent” captures the darkness of the season, linking death with birth.
Weeping, We Hold Him Fast Tonight
Christina Rossetti invokes Jesus’ parable of the ten virgins awaiting the bridegroom in this Advent poem.
The Rest between Two Notes
A Rilke poem captures the spirit of Advent when he describes his life as “the rest between two notes.”

