Poem: Advent 4

This one has to be a place-holder.  I have more shaping to do for this one, but the day has been long and these last hours full of grading freshman essays.  My head is fuzzy, and all I can think of is sleep.  Still, the day called for a poem:

Today we sing
not just to welcome the light
but to push back the darkness.

We stand at the gates of that city
holding hands,
voices raised together,
our songs joyful
and defiant,

our own brokenness holding
evergreen and bittersweet,
like the mended pot
on the altar.

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