i have not written much about advent, just two things.

yet i know it is here, felt in bones; my soul. i

have no system now to believe things, yet

the reminder comes without warning. each


this year

to my own suprise, i find that i still can cry. it

is a long time passed. they say our work , our souls

are in our chest.

it is not just me

it is family.

there is no photograph.