Advent

There were no four hundred years of silence.

I don't think the birds were singing their songs any differently,

And 82-year-old prophetesses don't become prophetesses

Without receiving a word.

I'm afraid I'm out of Magnificats,

I'm not surprised when you speak.

I already prayed that you wouldn't--

You came anyway,

And I'm so glad you did.

Laying out evidences alongside

Some caramel chocolate pies.

Beauty, conviction, and Pascal's dice.

You're asking me if I really believe through a "what if"

What you're really asking is, what if I could

Do whatever I wanted.

And you're saying you don't see a thing.

Wise men seeing stars

Black holes and revelations

Two sides of the same spiral galaxy

Evolutions and big bangs non sequitor into

Absolute statements on existence or non-existence

YHWH breathing sounds/"there is no God"

Light and dark playing in your deep eyes

And a wince.

We are either conjurers and quacks

Or enlightened hacks

Or paranoid kings slaughtering babies

And possibilities.

You decided to speak through an infant's cry?

And Thomas got to poke a finger in your side

You've been showing up all my life.

A God that doesn't hide.

So what's with the night?

What's the word? 

How long must I wait? 

I don't need another miracle today

But I think my friends might.