On some mornings one of my mates will pop by for breakfast or for a simple coffee. We chat and laugh and pray. It’s a great way to focus myself in a hybrid week – working from home 3 days a week.
Today – with hot drink in hand, I realised Advent is almost here (the 4 Sundays before the big day). And my good friend, Isaac, prompoted a more positive approach to this cold, cramped month of December.
It went like this:
The man of God slid through my door and up the stairs,
sliding out of his shoes to settle on the sofa,
eager to sup and to share a little cheer, a little truth,
laced with honesty and vulnerability.
He reminded me of the season and the reason we gather,
with song, with prayer, and why we rise refreshed,
ready for the Advent, for the King’s coming kingdom.
The man of God left something of Christmas in his wake
and I rose to lift seasoned cheer from my cupboard,
better ready to greet this Advent
with a strengthened smile.
Here’s to Advent and all the friends it will bring.
Not Too Poetry 
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