An Advent Poem

If, as Herod,

we fill our lives with things,

and again with things,

if we consider ourselves

so unimportant that we must

fill every moment of our lives with action,

when will we have time to make

the long, slow journey across the desert

as did the Magi?

Or sit and watch the stars as did the Shepherds?

Or brood over the coming of the child as did Mary?

For each one of us there is a desert to travel,

a star to discover,

and a being within ourselves to bring to life.


Author Unknown