I think this is the only Advent poem I’ve written, and one I had the opportunity to read at church. It’s also probably the most theological poem I’ve written, attempting to bridge (pun intended) the story of Christmas and Easter in the short form of a Petrarchan sonnet.
As I state in the poem, my reflections are borne from “this common world”: my commute from Vancouver to Surrey where I notice a bird’s nest on the S curve leading to the Alex Fraser Bridge. The associations spin off from there, much like the cars on this dangerous stretch of road.
It is this common world that strikes me anew in the Christmas story; that strikes me in another year of getting through. We are weary. In need of rest.
I also invite you to read “The Pulley” by George Herbert, which you may hear echoes of in my poem.
Merry Christmas all.