I want to hear from God.

I want to see luminous brilliance,

be brought to my knees by incomparable glory,

hear divine language thunder loud.

I want King on white horse, sword in fist, charging in to right all my wrongs.

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What I receive is a soft, still voice deep inside.

What I receive is minor light,

a golden leaf to seize my senses,

a tune to haul up my heart.

What I receive is Baby in manger, dimpled fists, slipping in quietly to die for all my wrongs.

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In this world God is mostly still hidden, coming to us in glimpse and slant.

The veil is torn but not torn away.

We see in mirror but not in full.

We dwell in dawnlight but not in brilliant sun.

So we wait for one day (soon, I hope?) when Advent gives way to Arrival.