|woodcut by Harlan Hubbard|
Advent is a time of waiting,
Waiting for our Lord to be born.
A pregnant woman is so happy,
She lives in such a garment of silence,
and it is as though she were listening to hear
the stir of life within her.
One always hears the stirring compared to
the rustling of a bird in the hand.
But the intentness with which one awaits such stirring
is like nothing so much
as a blanket of silence.
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