Phos Hilaron

First half based on this text; second half is all Advent:

O gladsome light of God on high

and glory of eternity,

O heaven's holiness most bright,

Christ shining down on all we see,



we come now to the end of days,

the glow of evening fading fast.

In growing shadow still we praise

the Father, Son, and Spirit Blest.



Whether in darkness or at dawn,

still do we raise unwearied voice

in praise of you, our shining sun,

in whom we glory and rejoice.



Still do we hold the hope of sight,

whether at morn or midnight deep,

of you who shine forever bright,

whether we wake or deathly sleep.



Dwelling in shadow of our doom,

waiting beneath the dark'ning skies,

still do we know that day comes soon.

Yet will the sun of justice rise.



Light of the world, world's only light,

whether we see your face or not,

give us the hope that dawn shines bright,

strength to yet praise your glory, God.  Amen.

A flock of Red-winged Blackbirds (Agelaius phoeniceus) flying into the sunset. Taken at Quivira National Wildlife Refuge in Kansas. By Jerry Segraves (en:User:Jsegraves99) – http://www.fhwa.dot.gov/byways/photos/64091, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=733208

Carry Us

Carry us these last miles; get us to Bethlehem.

Crossing the barren wilds: Make us a way through them.



Carry us further still, Shepherd and lamb enthroned.

Gather our hearts to fill; carry us all back home.



Till Eden's earth again; garden the waiting world,

sower and seed as one, new life within us furled.



So shall the deserts bloom watered by mercy's rain,

so shall the world be womb, bearing you out of clay.



So shall our hearts bear fruit, harvest from barren stone

hollowed by mercy's flood, holding heav'n's bread alone.



Carry us, infant Lord, like we were infants too.

Dwell with us in the world that we may dwell with you.

Flight into Egypt By Joachim Patinir – The Yorck Project (2002) 10.000 Meisterwerke der Malerei (DVD-ROM), distributed by DIRECTMEDIA Publishing GmbH. ISBN: 3936122202., Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=156123

Since

Since we must walk in darkness,

Lord, let it be your wings,

your Spirit come upon us

and overshadowing.



And since we bear these burdens

and bodies waxing great,

then let it be for birthing

we carry trouble's weight.



This weary road before us—

Lord, will it ever end?

Each mile unfolding for us

leads on to Bethlehem.



And if our hearts are hardened

and empty as a tomb,

yet stone can be an altar

where we prepare you room.



For you can take our valleys,

our mountains, fears, and pains

and make yourself a straight way

across a level plain.



And you can take our failures

and humbling in the dust

and make yourself a manger

where you can come to us.

Donkey eating apples from a steel trough By Sheila1988 – Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=77807464

Unheard

Based on Jesus Through Medieval Eyes (the chapter on Christ as Word) and the O antiphons:

The Father's gathered syllables,

one long, unbroken Word

has lain these months invisible,

unspeaking and unheard.



E'er since the angel said it last,

the silent Word is cloaked

within the woman who said yes,

beneath her heart invoked.



To weave a word's embodiment—

eyes, hands, and lips and breath—

his mother is the sacred tent

of birth and life and death.



Unheard, yet he is not unknown;

unseen, yet still in mind,

a secret held by her alone

until the hours unwind.



Until he's born into the world,

no treatise but a child:

God's plan in him in her arms curled;

God's wisdom in her smile.



And how our silence aches to hear

his echoes in the dark,

for when he cries out, loud and clear,

the sky fills up with sparks.

Verso of folio 30 from The Poissy Antiphonal, a certified Dominican antiphonal of 428 folios from Poissy, written 1335-1345, with a complete annual cycle of chants for the Divine Office (Temporal, Sanctoral and Commons) and a hymnal. By Unknown author – La Trobe University Library, Medieval Music Database, The Poissy Antiphonal, folio 30v., Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=8660919

Testify To the Light

A man named John was sent from God.
He came for testimony, to testify to the light,
so that all might believe through him.
He was not the light,
but came to testify to the light.
John 1:6-8

There is a light that never dims,

no matter what we see,

and all the blinded wait for him

to set the captives free.



There is a light that we mistake—

more bright than flame or sun—

until we see the morning break

and know the glorious one.



Come, prophets, see what we cannot,

for we can only guess

the way marked for us in the dark

across this wilderness.



Come take our hands and lead the way

around pitfalls and stones

until he makes a level plain

to bear an easy road.



Or—yes—until we see it clear,

for then it shall be smooth.

When that great light is drawing near,

this wilderness will bloom.



And all the mountains bow to him,

and all the valleys rise,

the lame leap up and run to him

when morning greets our eyes.

Observing a sunrise on the National Elk Refuge is truly a memorable experience. Photo: Kari Cieszkiewicz/USFWS Scenes from the National Elk Refuge By USFWS Mountain-Prairie – A Frosty Morning, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=110781726

Turn Back the Clocks

Our Advents and our Christmases

have all gone wrong:

The slaughter of the innocents

plays all year long.



But they were fine just days ago—

Turn back the hours

to when the kings came, solemn, slow,

and all bowed down.



The soldiers will lay down their arms

at Herod's feet;

the mothers waked in their alarms

go back to sleep.



The children who laid down for aye

will wake at dusk,

and nothing trouble Herod's mind—

Turn back the clocks



to when the earth and heaven met

and hung there, poised.

Silent we came and bowed our heads

and wept for joy.



Stop the clocks there—let this be all—

Days, go no more.

How can we bear what must befall

if we go forward?

Pieter Brueghel the Elder, Massacre of the Innocents – qgGZ6pq1mTaabw at Google Cultural Institute maximum zoom level, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=21984073

And As We Slept

For Christmas, but also the end of Advent, to the tune FINLANDIA:

And as we slept, the sky awoke with angels;

and as we dreamed, a new world came to be.

A light shone out through clouds of death and danger,

a brand-new star to show what none had seen:

the king of kings laid helpless in a manger,

the lord of lords a gentle prince of peace.



And only they who kept the midnight vigil,

who stayed awake in weeping or at watch,

beheld the light, the new king's sign and sigil,

though what it meant their human hearts knew not—

that David's son was earth and heaven bridging—

'til angels sang that they could look on God.



And off they ran to offer up their worship,

or took the road, led onward by that star,

and fast or slow, their driving on was urgent,

for now the light shone brightly in their hearts

to show new paths, to lead them in their searching,

and bring them still in safety through the dark.



And when we wake, that light will still be shining

to draw us on, right to the manger side.

Wake us, O Lord, to see your world arriving;

awake our hearts, enkindled by your light.

Open our eyes to see you here beside us,

and keep us all forever in that sight.

Annunciation to the shepherds By Rembrandt – http://www.facebook.com, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=50707534

Agnus Dei

In the deeps of night,

a lamb is born

for the winds to bite—

Have mercy, Lord!

But he nestles in

his mother's fleece

as the stars look on—

O, grant us peace!



Then the sky is split;

a light breaks forth,

and the flock retreats.

Have mercy, Lord!

But the mother stays;

the lambkin sleeps

though it's bright as day—

O, grant us peace!



And a music sounds

like glory's horn.

Every fear it drowns—

Have mercy, Lord!

Off the shepherds run,

strange sights to see,

but the lamb sleeps on—

O, grant us peace!



For the mother knows

how hope is shorn

in the midst of cold—

Have mercy, Lord!

How the culled are torn

and the ewes weep—

Have mercy, Lord,

and grant us peace!

Agnus Dei c. 1635–1640, by Francisco de Zurbarán, Prado MuseumBy Unknown author – http://www.museodelprado.es/en/the-collection/online-gallery/on-line-gallery/obra/agnus-dei-the-lamb-of-god/, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=160338

Comfort

Comfort, give comfort to my people,
says your God.
Speak tenderly to Jerusalem, and proclaim to her
that her service is at an end,
her guilt is expiated;
indeed, she has received from the hand of the LORD
double for all her sins.
A voice cries out:
In the desert prepare the way of the LORD!
Make straight in the wasteland a highway for our God!
Every valley shall be filled in,
every mountain and hill shall be made low;
the rugged land shall be made a plain,
the rough country, a broad valley.
Then the glory of the LORD shall be revealed,
and all people shall see it together;
for the mouth of the LORD has spoken.
Isaiah 40:1-5

We dwell within a shadow here

beneath the wings of death

and feel it ever drawing near,

as close as every breath.



Yet do we hear a voice cry out,

“Take comfort, says your God!”

Come, then, into this fear and doubt;

give comfort to our hearts.



For we have seen the mountains fall

and crumble to the dust,

and wondered if you hear us call,

if you will come to us.



We've seen the valleys quake and split

and thrust into the sky.

And does it move you where you sit?

And do you hear us cry?



Then why do you stay so far off?

Why do you stand apart,

not tear the heavens with the earth

and come to us, O God?



But see! A light begins to pierce

the cloud that covers us.

And can it be that hope draws near,

that comfort comes to us?

The Creation of Light by Gustave Doré – Bible by Doré, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=298147

Half-Light

The lightening sky before the dawn,

the gray that tells us morning comes,

the paling east whose stars are gone,

the flaming clouds that hold the sun:



So creeping, as the old earth turns,

reveals a new world to our eyes.

The stars fade out; a great light burns:

We see the sun of justice rise.



But first, the half-light heralding,

to run before the break of dawn.

Ere stars wink out to greet their king,

this prophesies, as sure as John,



of stars that fall before the sun

and dying embers lifted high,

rekindled by the burning one,

while brightest gutter out and die.



And all the mornings long foretold

shall rise as one and still be dim,

and all the prophecies of old

shall be fulfilled at last in Him.



O Mary, glimmer of Christ's light,

your shining was his shining first.

May he make us, as you, shine bright

when he fills all the waiting earth.

This picture shows the sunrise at its best and it was taken at 5am at dawn and you can see how the lighting rolls apart in this picture As you can see the house and the trees shown in the picture had the shadow to cover them in black too it was taken on 5-3-2019 By Morjana Jalal – Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=81516889