First Sunday of Advent…




There is no patience in this waiting

No watching from windows

Or straining for the whispered step in the distance


There is no surprise in this coming

It has been shouted by stars

And sung from supermarket speakers


There is no mystery in this telling

It is a story told and sold a million times

Asset stripped and bankrupt


There is no meaning in this madness

All this plastic decoration

All this hollow celebration


Yet still

He comes

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