Oh Wondrous One, Who rides the skies and consorts with the earth— haunting the heavens, hounding mere mortals with the expectation of ecstasy—come and rouse hungry hearts with the aroma of your Presence.
Let the song of angels sound again, announcing glory to God and peace for the earth.
Give your people wombs of welcome to the news of reversal: the annulment of enmity and the Advent of promise.
Let every lip echo the jubilant manifesto of creation’s destiny with justice and with joy.
Set our hearts on the edge of our seats, shivering in hope, longing, longing for the age when bitter memory dissolves into Magnificat.
Holy One of heaven, mark these dark nights with the brilliance of your star to guide emissaries of exclaiming grace.
The grace of contradiction and scandal to the insolent innkeepers of this age.
The grace of blessing and bounty to the indigent, and to all who find no lasting home save in the age to come.
©Ken Sehested @ prayerandpolitiks.org. Adaptation of a longer poem, “Annunciation.”