Advent Poem, Week III

My counter-weight,my center down,my metronome, my joy,my song, my strength,my fascination,my hope, my help,my rumination,my wonder, awe, best inclination,grace, cry, laugh, word,moving me out to the neighborhood;Born a baby, born of yes,born to journey, born to bless.

Joy to the world, parumpapumpum,Hark, herald, welcome,

COME!

Kimberly M. King, rscj

image: c. Natesh Ramasamy