I’ve been banging around in the dark this morning thumbing through old notes and books of poems, hymnals, prayer books, The Rule of Benedict, essays– looking for a wise thought. There are a lot of writings on Advent, winter, solstice, solitude, Hanukkah,snow, ice, comfort, light. But everything my eyes land on seems too serious, too preachy, too, well, just too dark December-y. When all I really want to say is thank you. Maybe that’s the best prayer there is. Thank you for all of it– snow and fire and family and yesterday’s bazaar and last night’s play and a hot cup of coffee before we go off to light the second Advent candle in church this morning. (Candle, NOT calendar, as I apparently typo-ed last week, which at least made my Presbyterian friends laugh– at intermission last night one said, “I thought, ‘those Episcopalians know how to party’– we only light a candle, you set the whole darn calendar on fire.”) There are so many ways to light the darkness, aren’t there?
