Advent: a reminder that redemption

is pending. It shimmers

in the icy air;

the cinnamon steam

rising from coffee mugs;

the patch of blue sky

above the sanctuary steps.

Until then, our limitations loom

as someone misses the high note by a half step,

confuses heaven and hell in the Creed,

or burns a finger lighting the candle of hope

on Sunday morning.


-Ruth Moon