Advent. Adventus. Parousia. Coming.

You do not know when the master of the house is coming.
If he comes unexpectedly he must not find you asleep.
Last night I was dreaming.
I was ill, it was a doctors appointment I would or could not keep.

In these dreams I never seem to be ready, always through preparedness sinned.
Always distracted, always late.
I am like a leaf blown by the wind.
Stability laid low by life’s heavy weight.

I was enriched in so many ways.
Yet have I kept steady.
The mist on this winter’s morn comes low, I cannot see the sun’s rays.
I was born into hope but am still not ready.

But hope is like a flickering candle shining in a dark place.
To the last in hope, I shall stay awake and I, I shall run this race.