emmanuel. an advent poem. a Christmas prayer.

for the Mary Magdalene who waits

for a babe to become a man


for the woman at the well who seeks

water from His hand


for the one who mourns


for the one who grieves


for the one who offers grace


for the one who’s never known its taste


for the one who aches from a life of lies


for the one who chooses Truth


for the one who’s broken free


for the one who runs toward justice


and the one on bended knee





Christmas is not an armistice

divinity runs much deeper than a day

Christmas came most of all for the ones

who have nothing left to say

courage, if any, they have left


as a whisper

a breath

a prayer


be with me now

be with me






Mary Magdalene, by He Qi


“Fear not then,” said the Angel,
“Let nothing you affright,
This day is born a Saviour
Of a pure Virgin bright,
To free all those who trust in Him
From Satan’s power and might.”
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy

~from God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen