Advent

. . . Our open palms hold only

lamentations. We await

the promise of fire, receive only

darkness,

and bow under it, bow to it,

the unseen star.

–excerpt from “Advent” in A Light Dusting of Breath by Donna Pucciani (virtual artists collection/purple flag, 2015). First published in The Christian Century and The Wonderbook of Poetry.

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