It is time
Star murmurs: Advent day one
How much attention do you pay to your inner life? To the living that is more than making it through the day?
It is not easy. Busyness, the attention economy, the harshness of the age we find ourselves in—these things can keep us dwelling in the shallows of our lives instead of plunging headlong into what really matters.
This is a poem about choosing to go deeper. A choice that we can make this Advent.
It is time
Turn your gaze upon your soul, for it is time.
Look past the shadows, look between the light;
it has been waiting—
waiting for you to step back
from the endless undertakings,
to take your leave from the busying of existence,
to release (let us say it) the obligations,
to realise that you are here.
Turn your gaze upon the world, for it is time.
Reach out to it, afraid or otherwise;
it has been waiting—
waiting for you to wake up,
to open your heart entirely to wonder, to beauty,
to the divine (that is, to the abundance
and generosity of reality).
Do not delay; let us bow to the surge of grace
that comes with each breath; let us welcome the gift
that is each singular and sacramental heartbeat.
My friend, my good and worthy friend—
it is time.
©Gideon Heugh, Rumours of LightIf you missed my earlier reflections on Advent, you can read them by clicking the link below.
Blessings,
Gideon x
Needed this today. 🤍