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Advent 2 A

Isaiah 11:1–10

A shoot shall come out from the stump of Jesse, and a branch shall grow out of his roots. (Isa 11:1)

You light candles and you wait,

not like waiting at the bus stop

with the rain soaking your day

and the time passing like tree growth.

You light candles and you wait,

not like standing in line at the grocery store

with your parsley dripping on your shoe

and the woman in front of you

writing a check like a novel.

You light candles

as you sings songs of joy in minor keys,

and you wait

like a man sitting at the restaurant table

with the calla lilies in hand

and the diamond ring inside

the death-by-chocolate dessert,

looking every direction every moment

to see his beloved appear.

You wait like this

even without anyone coming

to take your flowers,

year after year

war after war

death after death,

lighting candles one by one.