The irony of Advent
Lenten Fasts and Feasts
Tuesday, 26 November 2019
Celtic Advent (started two weekends ago!)
I travelled to Glasgow on the first night
Of Celtic Advent:
Forty days and forty nights like Lent.
A Lenten fast in winter.
I journeyed beside three sad men.
A nephew had died, and they were pilgrims
To pay tribute,
Laden with grief, bearing friendship.
I too journeyed with gifts,
But of wine, chocolate and curtains to be made.
There was indeed a star,
Over the table of hospitality
Where my journey ended.
And lo! Glad tidings
Of many things were shared.
And as the three sad men
Travelled home unseen next day,
I was pondering all these things
In my heart.
Glasgow and beyond