While We Wait (Praying through Advent)

At night comes the haunting, a ringing of silence, a depth that the daylight does not understand: the intersection of terrible fear and wild possibility: the faint gleam of stars in absence of the sun: a space for dissonance otherwise unimagined and disallowed: the soul at peace conflicting with the restless heart. At night comes the haunting, the dream and the nightmare both: that is, the Holy.