First Sunday in Advent...World A.I.D.S. Day...the first day of
December...a convergence of images and ideas and thoughts
as I sit here in the early-morning darkness, awaiting the rising
of the sun.
The Ancients, in these ever-lengthening nights,
lived in ever-deepening fear that
the light would not return...
the darkness which enshrouded them
more and more would remain,
the earth a cold, unfriendly place where
neither humans nor beasts could
How welcome firelight and candlelight
must have been...causing the fearsome
darkness to retreat, holding the encroaching,
threatening shadows at bay...granting the light
of hope amidst cold and dark.
Darkness became the enemy...light the friend
which promised life...and even in this modern
age, when superstition has given way to
explanation, even now, we light the corners
of the night with perpetual, ever-shining light,
convinced that somehow we can overcome
fearsome darkness, holding as it does,
so much that threatens us...
when all the while, the beauteous light of
moon and stars is dimmed, and the
velvet-gloved hand of night which beckons
us to see the glories and gifts of a darkened
world is seen only as a fore-shadowing
of Death's own Spectre...
and, with the Ancients, we are afraid.
A time of waiting...
Delighting in preparing for a birth...
Virginal Mary smilingly fecund...
Expectantly maternal, maternally expectant...
Not sure of what will be, only certain
That the child to come will bring her
both joy and sorrow...in the way of
all children, everywhere...