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The  Poetry  of  Advent   WORDS  OF   Wai7ng,  Hope,  Peace,  Love,   Joy,  and  S7llness  

Before  we  read,  some  guides  ~   •  Symbols  of  Advent  to  look  for  in  poetry  –  or  to   use  in  YOUR  poetry/prose  wri7ng!   –  Liturgical Colors •  a  sparkling  white  the  Sunday  prior  to  Advent,   •  then,  the  liturgy  is  purple  –  for  penitence  and   prepara7on   •  blue  may  replace  purple  as  a  primary  symbol  of  Advent   –  represen7ng  hope   •  Christmas  Eve,  the  blue  and  purple  give  way  to  white,  a   symbol  of  purity  and  joy  

Greens,  Wreaths,  Candles,  and  Trees   •  Greens –  Cedar  represents  royalty   –  Fir  and  Pine  represent  everlas7ng  life   –  Holly  oQen  reflects  the  atoning  death  of  Christ   –  Ivy  represents  His  resurrec7on   –  Evergreens  remind  us  of  the  promise  of  life  born   in  Bethlehem  

•  Wreath, Candles, Tree

ADVENT  by  Stephen  Leake   •  •  •  •  •  •  •  •  •  •  •  •  •  •  •  •  •  •  • 

Somewhere  your  star-­‐struck  choir  sings   As  the  evening  unpeels  our  histories.   The  world  is  here  again!         I  feel  the  breathing  of    yule7de  fires,   The  ribboned  refrains  of  seasoned  candles   And  bars  of  voices  beyond  St.  Stephen’s  Wall.         The  robin  appears  in  a  globe  of  joy   His  carol  nego7a7ng  wreaths  of  cloud   And  7nseled  cakes  of  snow.         We  wing  into  the  holy  day   While  the  blinking  eye  of  the  giQing  moon   Receives  you  at  that  vanishing  point         On  memory’s  path:   Outlived  by  love   Alone.  

Christmas Bells by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow • 







I  HEARD  the  bells  on  Christmas  Day   Their  old,  familiar  carols  play,   And  wild  and  sweet   The  words  repeat   Of  peace  on  earth,  good-­‐will  to  men!   And  thought  how,  as  the  day  had  come,   The  belfries  of  all  Christendom   Had  rolled  along   The  unbroken  song   Of  peace  on  earth,  good-­‐will  to  men!   Till  ringing,  singing  on  its  way,   The  world  revolved  from  night  to  day,   A  voice,  a  chime,   A  chant  sublime   Of  peace  on  earth,  good-­‐will  to  men!   Then  from  each  black,  accursed  mouth   The  cannon  thundered  in  the  South,   And  with  the  sound   The  carols  drowned   Of  peace  on  earth,  good-­‐will  to  men!   It  was  as  if  an  earthquake  rent   The  hearth-­‐stones  of  a  con7nent,   And  made  forlorn   The  households  born   Of  peace  on  earth,  good-­‐will  to  men!   And  in  despair  I  bowed  my  head;   "There  is  no  peace  on  earth,"  I  said;   "For  hate  is  strong,   And  mocks  the  song   Of  peace  on  earth,  good-­‐will  to  men!"   Then  pealed  the  bells  more  loud  and  deep:   "God  is  not  dead,  nor  doth  He  sleep;   The  Wrong  shall  fail,   The  Right  prevail,   With  peace  on  earth,  good-­‐will  to  men."    

A New Year’s Poem

Ring  out,  wild  bells,  to  the  wild  sky,   The  flying  cloud,  the  frosty  light;   The  year  is  dying  in  the  night;   Ring  out,  wild  bells,  and  let  him  die.   Ring  out  the  old,  ring  in  the  new,   Ring,  happy  bells,  across  the  snow;   The  year  is  going,  let  him  go;   Ring  out  the  false,  ring  in  the  true.   Ring  out  the  grief  that  saps  the  mind,   For  those  that  here  we  see  no  more;   Ring  out  the  feud  of  rich  and  poor,   Ring  in  redress  to  all  mankind.   Ring  out  a  slowly  dying  cause,   And  ancient  forms  of  party  strife;   Ring  in  the  nobler  modes  of  life,   With  sweeter  manners,  purer  laws.   Ring  out  the  want,  the  care,  the  sin,   The  faithless  coldness  of  the  Dmes;   Ring  out,  ring  out  my  mournful  rimes   But  ring  the  fuller  minstrel  in.   Ring  out  false  pride  in  place  and  blood,   The  civic  slander  and  the  spite;   Ring  in  the  love  of  truth  and  right,   Ring  in  the  common  love  of  good.   Ring  out  old  shapes  of  foul  disease;   Ring  out  the  narrowing  lust  of  gold;   Ring  out  the  thousand  wars  of  old,   Ring  in  the  thousand  years  of  peace.   Ring  in  the  valiant  man  and  free,   The  larger  heart,  the  kindlier  hand;   Ring  out  the  darkness  of  the  land,   Ring  in  the  Christ  that  is  to  be.  

by Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Expectans Expectavi The  candid  freezing  season  again;   Candle  and  cracker,  needles  of  fir  and  frost;   Carols  that  through  the  night  air  pass,  piercing   The  glassy  husk  of  heart  and  heaven;   Children’s  faces  white  in  the  pane,  bright  in  the  tree-­‐light.   And  the  wai7ng  season  again,   That  begs  a  crust  and  suffers  joy  vicariously:   In  bodily  starva7on  now,  in  the  spirit’s  exile  always.   O  might  the  hilarious  reign  of  love  begin,  let  in   Like  carols  from  the  cold   The  lost  who  crowd  the  pane,  numb  outcasts  into  welcome.  

by Anne Ridler

Making the House Ready for the Lord Mary Oliver Dear  Lord,  I  have  swept  and  I  have  washed  but   s7ll  nothing  is  as  shining  as  it  should  be   for  you.  Under  the  sink,  for  example,  is  an   uproar  of  mice  it  is  the  season  of  their   many  children.  What  shall  I  do?  And  under  the  eaves   and  through  the  walls  the  squirrels   have  gnawed  their  ragged  entrances  but  it  is  the  season   when  they  need  shelter,  so  what  shall  I  do?  And   the  raccoon  limps  into  the  kitchen  and  opens  the  cupboard   while  the  dog  snores,  the  cat  hugs  the  pillow;   what  shall  I  do?  Beau7ful  is  the  new  snow  falling   in  the  yard  and  the  fox  who  is  staring  boldly   up  the  path,  to  the  door.  And  s7ll  I  believe  you  will   come,  Lord:  you  will,  when  I  speak  to  the  fox,   the  sparrow,  the  lost  dog,  the  shivering  sea-­‐goose,  know     that  really  I  am  speaking  to  you  whenever  I  say,   as  I  do  all  morning  and  aQernoon:  Come  in,  Come  in.  

Advent Credo by Daniel Berrigan It  is  not  true  that  creaDon  and  the  human  family  are  doomed  to  destrucDon  and  loss—   This  is  true:  For  God  so  loved  the  world  that  He  gave  his  only  begoMen  Son,  that  whoever  believes   in  Him  shall  not  perish  but  have  everlasDng  life;   It  is  not  true  that  we  must  accept  inhumanity  and  discriminaDon,  hunger  and  poverty,  death  and   destrucDon—   This  is  true:  I  have  come  that  they  may  have  life,  and  that  abundantly.   It  is  not  true  that  violence  and  hatred  should  have  the  last  word,  and  that  war  and  destrucDon  rule   forever—   This  is  true:  Unto  us  a  child  is  born,  unto  us  a  Son  is  given,  and  the  government  shall  be  upon  his   shoulder,  his  name  shall  be  called  wonderful  councilor,  mighty  God,  the  EverlasDng,  the  Prince  of   peace.   It  is  not  true  that  we  are  simply  vicDms  of  the  powers  of  evil  who  seek  to  rule  the  world—   This  is  true:  To  me  is  given  authority  in  heaven  and  on  earth,  and  lo  I  am  with  you,  even  unDl  the     end  of  the  world.   It  is  not  true  that  we  have  to  wait  for  those  who  are  specially  giRed,  who  are  the  prophets  of  the     Church  before  we  can  be  peacemakers—   This  is  true:  I  will  pour  out  my  spirit  on  all  flesh  and  your  sons  and  daughters  shall  prophesy,  your   young  men  shall  see  visions  and  your  old  men  shall  have  dreams.   It  is  not  true  that  our  hopes  for  liberaDon  of  humankind,  of  jusDce,  of  human  dignity  of  peace  are   not  meant  for  this  earth  and  for  this  history—   This  is  true:  The  hour  comes,  and  it  is  now,  that  the  true  worshipers  shall  worship  God  in  spirit  and   in  truth.   So  let  us  enter  Advent  in  hope,  even  hope  against  hope.  Let  us  see  visions  of  love  and  peace  and   jusDce.  Let  us  affirm  with  humility,  with  joy,  with  faith,  with  courage:  Jesus  Christ—the  life  of  the     world.  

From  Tes$mony:  The  Word  Made  Flesh,  by  Daniel  Berrigan,  S.J.  Orbis  Books,  2004.    

May Christmas Come by Alan Jones The  rough  beast  slouching   toward  Bethlehem,   s6ll  waits  to  come  to  term.   Christmas  comes  and  goes   as  we  expect.   Nothing  changes.   This  year  in  New  York,  Jerusalem   and  Kabul,   the  Innocents  are  slaughtered   according  to  Herod’s  schedule.   His  rage,  unchecked,   s6ll  does  its  work.   Yet  this  year   things  could  be  different.   September  11th  adds  urgency   to  the   birth,   making  this  the  6me  of  choosing.   The  choice  is  ours   to  miss  the  point  or   see  Mary  and  her  child   in  every  mother  and  her  baby,   and  adore,  absorbing   the  rage  and  terror   and  with  a  loving  heart   rebuild  the  world,   making  peace  our  giJ.   May  Christmas  come.  


Source:  hbp://  (11/5/07)  –  found  on  The  Educa7on  for  Jus7ce  website.  

The Winter Journey of Advent In  this  6me  of  darkness,     We  choose  to  look  toward  the  Light.     In  this  6me  when  so  many  suffer,     We  choose  faith,  not  despair:     We  choose  the  work  of  compassionate  jus6ce.   As  we  move  through  Advent  together,     Hungry  for  transforma6on,  for  hope,     Our  steps  themselves     Transform  us,  nourish  us.     We  are  on  constant  pilgrimage,     Moving  to  the  heart  of  things,     Reaching  beyond  what  any  one  of  us     Can  reach  alone.   The  brightness  of  the  incarna6on     Guides  us  as  we  con6nue,     With  the  promise  of  the  Prince  of  Peace     As  the  bright  star  in  these  dark  nights.   -­‐Jane  Deren  

Birthing by Mark Unbehagen How  does  one  birth  peace.  .  .                        in  a  world  that  seems  to  prefer  the  profits  of  war?   How  can  one  birth  hope.  .  .                        in  a  7me  when  devasta7on  is  born  of  poverty  and  pandemic?   How  does  one  birth  love.  .  .                        in  a  world  whose  heart  is  cap7ve  to  fear?   How  can  one  birth  joy.  .  .                        How  can  one  birth  joy?   The  plas7c  manger  scene  on  the  front  lawn                        just  doesn't  do  it!   Birthing  is  so  much  more!   It  is,  and  requires.  .  .                        radical  in7macy,                        prolonged  pa7ence,                        the  coming  together  of  pain  and  ecstasy,                        the  joining  of  our  deepest  hopes  and  fears.   Face  it,                        birthing  is  a  messy  business.   And  yet  this  process  occurs  every  moment  of  our  lives:                        as  our  bodies  birth  cell  upon  cell,                        as  our  minds  birth  ideas  and  dreams  into  the  world,                        as  our  spirits  birth.  .  .                        in  the  midst  of  labor  and  pain.  .  .                                              as  our  spirits  birth..  JOY!  

A Blessing for the New Year On  the  day  when   The  weight  deadens   On  your  shoulders   And  you  stumble,   May  the  clay  dance   To  balance  you.   And  when  your  eyes   Freeze  behind   The  grey  window   And  the  ghost  of  loss   Gets  into  you,   May  a  flock  of  colours,   Indigo,  red,  green   And  azure  blue,   Come  to  awaken  in  you   A  meadow  of  delight.   When  the  canvas  frays   In  the  currach  of  thought   And  a  stain  of  ocean   Blackens  beneath  you,   May  there  come  across  the  waters   A  path  of  yellow  moonlight   To  bring  you  safely  home.   May  the  nourishment  of  the  earth  be  yours,   May  the  clarity  of  light  be  yours,   May  the  fluency  of  the  ocean  be  yours,   May  the  protecDon  of  the  ancestors  be  yours.   And  so  may  a  slow   Wind  work  these  words   Of  love  around  you,   An  invisible  cloak   To  mind  your  life.  

John  O’Donohue  

As a Child Enters The World by John O’Donohue As  I  enter  my  new  family,   May  they  be  delighted   At  how  their  kindness   Comes  into  blossom.   Unknown  to  me  and  them,   May  I  be  exactly  the  one   To  restore  in  their  forlorn  places   New  vitality  and  promise.   May  the  hearts  of  others   Hear  again  the  music   In  the  lost  echoes   Of  their  neglected  wonder.   If  my  desDny  is  sheltered,   May  the  grace  of  this  privilege   Reach  and  bless  the  other  infants   Who  are  desDned  for  torn  places.   If  my  desDny  is  bleak,   May  I  find  in  myself   A  secret  sDllness   And  tranquility   Beneath  the  turmoil.   May  my  eyes  never  lose  sight   Of  why  I  have  come  here,   That  I  never  be  claimed   By  the  falsity  of  fear   Or  eat  the  bread  of  biMerness.   In  everything  I  do,  think,   Feel,  and  say,   May  I  allow  the  light   Of  the  world  I  am  leaving   To  shine  through  and  carry  me  home.  

Let Evening Come by Jane Kenyon Let  the  light  of  late  aQernoon     shine  through  chinks  in  the  barn,  moving         up  the  bales  as  the  sun  moves  down.     Let  the  cricket  take  up  chafing         as  a  woman  takes  up  her  needles         and  her  yarn.  Let  evening  come.     Let  dew  collect  on  the  hoe  abandoned         in  long  grass.  Let  the  stars  appear     and  the  moon  disclose  her  silver  horn.     Let  the  fox  go  back  to  its  sandy  den.         Let  the  wind  die  down.  Let  the  shed         go  black  inside.  Let  evening  come.     To  the  boble  in  the  ditch,  to  the  scoop         in  the  oats,  to  air  in  the  lung         let  evening  come.     Let  it  come,  as  it  will,  and  don’t         be  afraid.  God  does  not  leave  us         comfortless,  so  let  evening  come.    

Your  TURN….     •  Now  it’s  7me  for  YOU  to  create  a   reflec7on  on  ADVENT  –  in  whatever  form   your  words  take  you  -­‐-­‐-­‐  whether  in  the   form  of  a  diary  entry,  a  blog,  an  anecdote   recalled  from  your  life,  a  poem??   •  These  are  some  reflec7ve  exercises  from   Joyce  Rupp  and  Macrina  Wiederkehr,  two   spiritual  writers.  

A  Guided  Medita7on   •  Ques7ons  for  individual  reflec7on  AFTER  we   meditate:   1.   What  do  you  find  most  difficult  about  your   winter  seasons?   2.   Who  or  what  is  most  helpful  to  get  you  through   the  dark  season  of  winter,  in  Advent,  to  the   light?   3.  Please  write  a  note  to  that  person  or  experience   that  helps  you  reach  the  LIGHT  of  the  season!  

For  your  soil,  for  your  soul   Great  Spirit  of  the  North,   my  heart  is  frozen,  my  mind  barren.   A  glacial  wilderness  pervades  my  life   yet  the  seeds  of  hope  are  secretly  planted.   They  gestate  and  turn  within  me,   silent  messengers  of  transforma7on.   I  wait  with  faith-­‐filled  confidence,   hearing  songs  without  a  sound.   I  will  stand  with  full  courage,   breathing  deeply  the  ancestral  air   which  strengthens  me.  


The Poetry of Advent.pptx

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The Enduring Spirit of Hesiod's Poetry - VoegelinView
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The Poetry of Tembang Sunda - Documents
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