ADVENT

The morning bright and gorgeous
Formed before an imprint could adorn it;
Filling every corner of creations walkways.
Hesitation held us well beyond its threshold
Until every inch was covered twelve times over,
And then foot by foot allowed us out to touch it.
We swarmed forward with an order of intensity
Unseen for centuries until our infantry
Had altogether settled down for more,
And once grounded our abutments raised
Their tired and twisted arches to their
Fullest and broad sided reach to greet it.
It thanked us for our custom in its own unique
Tradition, which as always taught us more
About the act than the performance,
And then evenly sped on regardless of
The spreading throng before it, as today
We brought more people to applaud.
And as darkness left the space beneath our eye lids,
Followed quickly by the cold tip of its contact
And the cover of its weight,
The light shot through the hairpins on our skin
And swilled our blood a little quicker, and less
Thicker, than it had been whilst asleep;
The world was full in its pavilion and
Further than our sight would ever travel
Or dawn armies occupy,
And in eulogy its glory passed to
Our offspring who even in the halls of
Boredom turned to listen.