advent

eyes straining to see
dim light, dark glass, confusion
God’s future unfolds
longing, not ready
distracted by life’s worries

how long will I wait? appearing godly
barren soil destroys new life
revealing parched soul
another year gone
unplanned, unprayed, disjointed

all creation waits
advent calls my name
scraping scales of death from eyes
God’s future unfolds
Immanuel

A F Wade