advent

the seeming flashes of lightning

earnest pealing

they were

low

jet lights on ascent

entering clouds

blinded passengers breaking

through to look down onto nothing seas

wings slowly icing

and we left standing

in this world below

mirrored hall of soft and eerie

somehow still cheery with velvet chill.

i will grasp your wing hand

pull you up laughing

from snow angel crash-landing

cold melting down your coatneck.

i'll take you child anyday

crash of grace in the backward places

barns we forgot were there

left standing and

how hay was made sweet for this

and rough men by angel tones touched

hope falls simple as an evening snow

and wait

wait before you go.