Do you hear the Advent heartbeat?

I do not intentionally write in verse but somehow it creeps in, or is it out? I like the patterns the words form on the page. I haven't really noticed that much before. It is as if you can see it living and breathing all on its own with its heartbeat connected to God's. I really ought to start reading some poetry and pay attention to its form but maybe my childlike attempts say something in their rawness that would be lost if they become too polished. Well that's my excuse.  Actually, I will make the effort to improve but my to-do list seems endless at the moment. I never know where my writing is going until I start tapping on the keyboard. I am often surprise by the change of direction and unexpected rambling as I connect with God. You never know what you are going to find on a journey. The important thing is to keep our eyes and ears open. To enjoy the wonder of creation through it to hear the gentle whisper of God's voice. Travel too quickly and you miss the moment. It is in the stillness when we pause for thought that we hear His heart beat.  As we journey towards Advent it is good to pause just for a while...    

 

I am only a child,

Sometimes I act a little wild.

But I long to be 

who you made me.

To sit at your feet 

And feel your heart beat.

Help me to grow

And others to know

Your love is forever.

You long for us to be together 

As I await your desire

Set me on fire.

The Advent hope

Is surely no joke.

I see your infant smile

Lighting up the dial

Of the ticking clock

As I sit in the dock

Waiting for the sentence

Maybe I need repentance? 

The bars that surround

draw me in by their sound.

Trapped in by my shame

I know my excuse is lame.

I try to change

I find it strange

That after so many years

I still shed these tears.

Knowing I am excepted

Because we are connected.

I will get it wrong

And mistake the song.

But need only remember

especially this December.

You are the one 

That brings me most fun.

You are the incarnate joy,

The love, and the boy

who is the gift...

Immanuel.