Jgs 13:2-7, 24-25; Psalm 71:3-6, 16-17; Luke 1:5-25

What angel comes
To this day
To this barren mind of morning
Still filled with the darkness of sleep
And the chaos of dreams
Desperately in need of light

Imperiled from yesterday’s news
Of war and shooting
Sickness and distress
My heart and soul plead
For the sound of choirs of hope
From angels who have seen
The goodness of love and God

Drawn in the silence
The muteness of disbelief
I am forced to ponder
A will far from my own
That only knows love and life
And to give it a new name
One that rings true

I wait in the silence
With Zechariah
Mute from my own deceptions
Waiting for new life
With a patience
Only God can give

What words of love and hope come to you in the silence?
What name comes to you?
What light shines in you?