Advent Journal Entry: The Anunciation?

December 2, 2005

To await the birth of a promise you never asked for,
Because you didn’t want one,
Because you were too young,
Because it would be an inconvenience,
Because you never dared to heed
Those silent, shapeless urges
Grasping for utterance.

To suddenly sense a new life within,
Resting in the day time,
Kicking in the dark,
Redistributing your synaptic gaps,
Re-firing your neurons,
Canceling your own hopes,
Negating intentions from family and betrothed.

To brace for the worst possible outcome,
That you would somehow ruin it,
That you were too ordinary,
That you were only a dreamer,
That the dreary world would engulf you
In despair and unsorted fragments
And noble nothings.

To behold an angel,
Hearing an unthinkable proclamation,
Feeling an impossible verification,
Knowing an unnamable redemption,
Breathing an unmistakable lightness of being,
And a certainty that now reveals
The secret of your glowing disposition.

To await the birth of a promise you never cared for,
Because you were insecure,
Because you were immature,
Because your sight was too small,
Because you had only begun to understand
That a promise such as this
Has cares enough for the whole world.