|Photo by Tina Cornett|
Father, make us ready.
This ground is fallow
We have followed
Crooked paths to vales of shadow
The cracked and drought-laced dust of earth
Thirsts and groans beneath our feet.
May we know both thirst and longing
So when the rains come
To wash us clean
We will not run for shelter's awning
But welcome the storm
Arms wide, hearts alive.
Photography by Tina Cornett. This is Part 2 of a month-long series of Advent poetry.
Catch up on Part 1 here.