Advent begins in the dark,
in the licking of wounds,
amidst the echoes of “No!” and “Go away!”
This is where the spirit speaks
in a hope that does not come
to the well-adjusted
but only to those who sprint through
the woods in search of living water
knowing that life is short
and the world is not yet what it always
has been on the transfigured plane
beyond right-doing and wrong-doing
where a hidden family of unseen seers
set up camp in order to watch the sky
for one like a son of man though
everything tells us he’s already here.
Did he not say I abide in you and you in me?
When I am crucified with you,
are you resurrected into me?
But we need someone else to say it;
we need a gardener to call us by name
so we can say Rabboni and kiss you weeping.
We need you to appear this time
without imperial vestments
or patriarchal leather binding.
We need you to show us
the lamb you promised.
“Can you please keep it down?“
The world says,
“There’s other people here too.“
Starchild
Starchild is a poet, artist, and pastor. Their work focuses on the intersection of the prophetic Christian tradition and the expansiveness and queering of love. Stream their new spoken-word album, Bloom!
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