Advent: Journeying

A poem

This is the season
of journeying
into the dark cave’s mouth
yawning to swallow you
like the prophet’s fish.

No one wants
to journey in winter
through the bitter cold,
the snowdrifts,
the skeletal trees
reaching from the ground
like a dark resurrection.

But the moon
has illumination
to share with you,
and the wise old stars
have lessons to teach you,

and even the Christ-child
was found in a cave
by those who listened
to celestial voices.