Advent On
Advent
the
start to advent-ure
where
“not all who wander
are
lost”
clamors
for attention
Did
the road diverge
in
the wood
for
you?
I
ate the cake
that
grew me
taller
than the only door
would
allow entry
That’s
when
the
invisibility cape
became
essential
to
walking through walls
Into
the arms
of
awaiting apostles
who
had seen miracles
but
doubted still
Even
though
from
swaddling cloths
to
burial cloths
they
saw
swaths
pulled out
like
Copperfield
Revealing
The
Magic
of
embracing aliens
and
going where
no
one has gone
before
A
place where
I
saw self-force
reflected
in
an
endless circle
of
mirrors
And
in excitement
of
discovering advent
begins
advent-ure
one
does not simply
Keep
calm
and
Advent on
