The Adventure
This poem was written for Advent 2025. I tried to turn in themes of waiting, urban life and ancient wisdom. I hope you enjoy reading it!
The Adventure
Now is not the time.
The sky is thick cement
But the buildings shine
like the sun is aching to be set free from breeze-block and reinforced glass.
The angels in the architecture are moments away from singing
An overture to crack the concrete heavens.
Their wings almost twitching as they noiselessly clear their marbled throats.
But not now…
Not yet…
Now is not the time.
Now, the world is silent.
It is more patient than I.
Have you ever heard silence echo?
The shutters not yet opened.
The fluorescence inside the buildings almost beginning to flicker.
The first tinglings of a hum.
The faintest hint of incense.
Not yet…
Not yet…
Every movement is considered.
Every sound has meaning.
Forecasts and prophesies
Carried fresh on gale-force winds.
North Utsire, South Utsire
Isaiah, Zechariah
Lundy, Fastnet, German Bite
Malachi and Micah
Not yet…
Not yet…
Not yet…
A voice calling in the distance.
A young couple seeking shelter from the weather in the doorway of a nearby pub.
The world’s wheel spins on its axis
And light starts to break through.
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