Have we lost sight of the goodness of Earth, this remarkable, fragile, sanctuary that teems with life and possibility amid the cold, indifferent, expanse of space? Have we lost sight of the remarkable gift of life that is ours to enjoy, however fleetingly, amid the immeasurably vast expanse of time and space?
You tap me on the shoulder
Of my soul
And wake me from
A deep sleep.
“Who are You?” I ask.
You say,
“I am Gabriel…”
We asked readers to submit brief reflections on words associated with Advent. Here is a response on the word “fear.”
We asked readers to submit brief reflections on words associated with Advent. Here is a response on the word “truth.”
Life has its valleys and when joy becomes an illusion, Christmas easily intensifies emptiness. That emptiness is expected for, say, widows or widowers, for those in nursing homes or hospitals, but beware the walking wounded. They sit next to us in cubicles or on the bus—smiling every day without sharing the deep, hard realities of their lives—aching inside.
We asked readers to submit brief reflections on words associated with Advent. Here are two responses on the word “hope.”