Advent Poem

October, 1993 I wrote this poem. I still pray it every Advent season.

Here am I, stuff of earth

But by the Spirit's power rebirth

Has brought me receptivity.

Fill me with Yourself.

Molded by Your Holy Hand

I wait before You

Prostrate, kneel, stand

Cupped and ready, cleansed, atoned

Waiting for Your radiant touch

Virtue compelled to enfold Your own

The vessel of Your making.

Here am I, stuff of earth

Yielded for Messiah's birth

Be it unto me, O Lord,

As in Your word and will.

The Great I AM

Dwells in my heart

There to impart the power

Courage and propulsion

For His dream.

Here is my stuff of earth in Sculpey clay. Shaped like a clay manger, my receptivity is like a cup of flesh, ready to receive the Lord's birth within my very very heart and soul. I await His coming.