Thoughts for Advent: Day Eighteen

A Poem for Day Eighteen

It's not what they expected
Nothing at all like their dreams

The implausible plot
lacked pizzazz

Her principle characters
obscure, unknown

And anyway
it was boring

For all the world
a sure-fire flop

Do you know how many babies
are born in less than lovely circumstances?

(Too many)

No one would see
this was rescue


This morning
the very plainness
gives me pause

The common elements
stop me short

You are at work

Even now
Today

You are moving
dearly toward me

in humble ways
I overlook

-lisa, 18 December, 2013