The God Who Waits

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Advent is a season of waiting:
for calendar chocolates, promised presents, Santa’s steps.
 
Advent is a season of longing:
for life, and light, and hope beyond this world. 
 
In Advent, we think we are the ones who are waiting. 
 
But I think of the annunciation,
in Leonardo Da Vinci’s Italian colours: 
 
Mary is surprised, her left hand curled into a question mark,
but it is Gabriel’s head that is bowed low,
The Archangel holding his breath for her answer. 
 
All heaven was waiting on a human word
before the Word would be made human. 
 
Before God became incarnate,
God waited for human assent. 
 
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God was in the waiting,
the liminal moment when heaven held its breath. 
 
I wonder about the waiting; 
As my body groans and yearns for an eternal home,
the pulling of my soul towards heaven;
Could it be that God is waiting for my words—
Could it be that God’s soul is pulling too? 
 
Tanya Marlow
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