limbo—not some other-worldly space or time
but here, right now, in the shushing
of the winter wind through fallen
leaves, the shortened days
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we’re weary
waiting for relief
from countless sorrows
that afflict our troubled world
and our upside-down-turned lives
with hopes and plans all tentative, unsure
the fragile walls that hold our lives
our nation, and our world, all crumbling
amid untruths and ugly disrespect
amid storms and droughts and floods
amid the rampant virus variants
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we’re weary…and we’re also wondering,
wondering where is God
in all this limbo time?
has God forgotten that he once
so loved our world?
has he turned his face from us?
is this our punishment
to be endured until we learn
new ways of truth, learn love for
all, learn love for our good earth?
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we ponder Mary in these days,
one who lived through her own limbo
of an unexpected pregnancy
birth in a crowded stable
flight to a foreign land
a Golgotha cross for her son
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we pray to believe, beyond our sight
that she is with us still
as is her son
her God-with-us child
who swaddled himself in human flesh
to walk with us through our
Advent limbo-ed days
beneath the Christmas star
that continues to shine
through all our weariness
and wondering
(picture from “Independent.co.uk)