Behind the wondrous noise,

Sits the instrument, crafted with care by many,

Now not dormant,

But spilling notes in unison with others,

In a way which can be practiced,

But not perfected.

 

The perfection is the mixing of others,

Of those willing to hear a message,

An open mind perhaps,

But an open heart for sure,

Ready to receive.

 

And those sacred noisemakers,

Where, for the moments they rejoice together,

They ascend beyond themselves,

Into some sacred space, reserved for the gift,

A gift only exposed when heard.

 

Here then it happens. Hear and rejoice.

 

The sculptor creates the mood,

Expresssionless,

Eyes focused on my every move,

Yet, not judging my activities,

Just a silent awareness,

Where a prayer for intercession can be made at any time.

 

I am in need.

 

Advent is normally one of my favorites seasons, a wonderful time of the year. The amazing gift being prepared for us over Christmas is often overrun by a lot of family busyness. There is much to be thankful for in this season, but instead of creating the runway for “Peace on Earth” by preparing soulfully for the arrival of the child Jesus, we become wrapped up, physically and metaphorically in things of the world. Perhaps because Advent does not give us that “call to action” which Lent seems to, it may be overlooked. I don’t write this as chastisement in any way, I am as guilty as any.

We want to give to others, especially those close to us, but what about the forgotten in the world during Advent. A one billion dollar call out has been made by the United Nations to feed the 100,000 plus children dying in Nigeria because of civil strife there. Aleppo in Syria is now a city literally dying in front of our eyes each evening on the news. All of this creates oscillating feelings of hopelessness, helplessness and exhaustion.

What can I do to help? Watch and pray?

As I look into the eyes of my granddaughter and see all the privileges she has in her world, I cry for her sisters in Nigeria and Aleppo.

Prayerful thankfulness and gratitude should perhaps pervade my thoughts entering the season, but if I walk on the other side of the street, ignoring the man how has collapsed in front of my path what does that make me? Perhaps Advent is a time for action as well as prayer.

Michael Cunningham is Director of Faith Formation for St. Eulalia Parish

Photograph by Michael J. Cunningham © 2016