Boy | an Advent poem

End of the year vibes from a carol concert last night.

Dear friends, did we make it?

All through another year

and our friends are still our friends

and our family are still our family

and our neighbour is still our neighbour

and our Lord is still our saviour

and the wolf lies with the little unsaid things

and a boy will lead them

and the boy will lie on his belly

with his feet high above his head

and he will be lost in Lego

and we will be once again.

The people who walked in darkness

have seen a great light,

the addicts and the drowning,

the shamed and the striving,

the scrolling and the stirring,

the escapists and the poor in spirit

- have seen a great light.

It never did go all the way out,

not fully.

Dear friends,

we made it through a bleak one,

by the grace of God,

we made it.