Advent

A star  
           floats in
           the night.
It crowns

a tree
           lit
           by fire.
What we

aspire to
           is smaller
           than ourselves,
is infancy.

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Psalm

I donate to you
           my disaster of doubt,
           enough to rout
a legion of believers.

I spill to you
           a curious ink,
           word-questioning up to the brink
of knowing.

To you I hand
           the heaviest joy I’ve ever
           known. I’ll never
get it back again.

In you I move.
           In you, my timelessness,
           I’ll find what I have missed.
I’ve missed you most.

I’ll give to you
           my only gift,
           my nothingness.
By nothing, Lord, the world will be made whole.