i have not written much about advent, just two things.
yet i know it is here, felt in bones; my soul. i
have no system now to believe things, yet
the reminder comes without warning. each
to my own suprise, i find that i still can cry. it
is a long time passed. they say our work , our souls
are in our chest.
it is not just me
it is family.
there is no photograph.