In time,

the sons of men filled the earth

with their evil deeds.

And God beheld the desolate wastes

the soiled streets

the bitter brown of barren fields

and the sin of the world

cut him to the heart.

 

“I will blot from the earth

the memory of these things.

Behold, I will make all things new!”

So he gathered up clouds

from the four corners of the sky,

billows pregnant with promise.

He gathered them in great, dark piles

on the horizon of hills

while the weathermen watched

grandmothers gazed

schoolchildren pressed their noses against the glass.

 

And God said,

“Let there be snow.”

 

First, small white flakes

like lace, drifting.

 

Then—wind

driving snow before it, a blizzard

hiding hills from view

(and the tops of church steeples

and street lights, too).

 

For forty days

the land was covered in white,

the wretched lines of a wretched world

blurred soft overnight—

buried, forgotten

as God birthed grace upon the earth.

 

Citation: “Advent in Michigan” first published in the journal Time of Singing (Winter 2002), in The One Year Coffee With God (Tyndale House Publishers, 2007), and in Light Upon Light: A Literary Guide to Prayer for Advent, Christmas, and Epiphany (Paraclete Press, 2014). Used by permission.

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