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A Time to Trust
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The great wings were spread
Showing glory on the fields, and fire.
The whole air, singing, bore him up, and higher,
Unswerving, unreluctant. Soon he shone
A gold speck in the gold skies; then was gone.
The air was colder, and grey. She stood alone.
-- From Rupert Brooke's "Mary and Gabriel"
Like Mary, we now wait.
And as for Mary, so for us:
a time to trust.
A time to trust, as are all times:
be they bright and shining, be they cold and grey.
A time to trust, we pray.
So be it, Lord, this day.
Tags: advent, christmas, poetry, word from grace street
