Wiry phalanges with fingerprints in clay,

a copper sheet mangled in storage, nail-punched OJ lids, 

sweet gumballs dipped in glitter and the babe of Bethlehem.

an acorn wrapped in rabbit fur, glued to a pinecone body.


Ornaments tied with red-frayed yarn

a hangman’s noose strung across the branches.

They are memories tinseled and strangled,

buried among the silver-tipped foliage.


Silent Night is hummed in soft weeping

while I light the Advent candles with a mother’s rage,

watch the hurt burn down the wick and melt the wax

preparing my heart.


This year my children lurk in plastic storage boxes,

encased in ziplock freezer bags. As if in hiding

I can only die a bit each day, shedding tears

like needles at the base of my Christmas tree.



First published in TL:DR Kindred 2018

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The word “Advent” is derived from the Latin word adventus, meaning “coming,” which is a translation of the Greek word parousia


“To practice Advent is to lean into an almost cosmic ache: our deep, wordless desire for things to be made right and the incompleteness we find in the meantime. We dwell in a world still racked with conflict, violence, suffering, darkness. Advent holds space for our grief, and it reminds us that all of us, in one way or another, are not only wounded by the evil in the world but are also wielders of it, contributing our own moments of unkindness or impatience or selfishness.”

“To balance the two elements of remembrance and anticipation, the first two Sundays in Advent (through December 16th) look forward to Christ’s second coming, and the last two Sundays (December 17th – 24th) look backward to remember Christ’s first coming. Over the course of the four weeks, Scripture readings move from passages about Christ’s return in judgment to Old Testament passages about the expectation of the coming Messiah to New Testament passages about the announcements of Christ’s arrival by John the Baptist and the Angels.”

“Through all the Advents of our life that we celebrate runs the longing for the last Advent, when the word will be: ‘See, I am making all things new’ (Rev. 21:5). The Advent season is a season of waiting, but our whole life is an Advent season, that is, a season of waiting for the last Advent, for the time when there will be a new heaven and a new earth” (Dietrich Bonhoeffer). Come, Lord Jesus! #advent #sehnsucht

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“We have become so accustomed to the idea of divine love and of God’s coming at Christmas that we no longer feel the shiver of fear that God’s coming should arouse in us. We are indifferent to the message, taking only the pleasant and agreeable out of it and forgetting the serious aspect, that the God of the world draws near to the people of our little earth and lays claim to it” (Dietrich Bonhoeffer). #advent #christmas

Published by: Basicallybarb

Barbara A Meier is a poet, teacher, and mother, trying to write her way out of Kansas, anxiety and depression. Instead of indulging in feeling like garbage, trash, or rubbish, she chooses to examine the debris of her life by writing poems about it. After all as a forgiven, child of God, simultaneously saint and sinner, she is loved and cherished by her God.

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