Blackbirds and Whippoorwills

Like the blackbird
singing before the dawn,

Like the whippoorwill
waiting to romance the moon,

Like the newborn
longing for breath as it crowns,

Like the writer
trusting the word to arrive,

Like the waves
rising to the wind’s caress,

Like the fig trees
casting seed for future fruit,

Like the shepherds
watching their flocks at night,

Like the prophet
declaring the advent of freedom,

our hearts are thrilled
with anticipation to greet you:
O Word Made Flesh,
O Jesus our Savior,
O Christ the desire of creation.

Let the glory of God reach the highest heaven
and let peace encompass all people.
Amen and forever amen.

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