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Advent 1 A

Isaiah 2:1–5

O house of Jacob, come, let us walk in the light of the LORD! (Isa 2:5)

Hope is a blue note on a jazz-worn clarinet

a chromatic piano chord dissonant and handsome

a minor modal song sung diaphragmatically strong

a silence between hymn and homiletic

puzzling it holds the day in a miter-cornered frame

setting off the eyes of the hopeful like sapphires

a run-on sentence waiting

for some punctuation to signify an end or a pause

or an unknowing or an exclamation of what is yet to come

that is better or more beautiful or at least makes what is now

worth the long, melodic, sorrowful, endless wait