Light and dark
his skin and mine. “Who has the time?” he asked. I had said, “I am a process person.”
He said it quietly, but I heard the harmonic ringing out: “Time is a privilege.”
The time between “thy kingdom come” and “thy will be done,” not for wasting only
waiting, glazed into oil painting, hands uplifted, light reflecting, glory hung on the wall.
Time, the first creature to be placed under the dominion of the Adam and the Eve,
but some of us are prone to squander, throw away its bones, instead
of tending, nurturing, pruning it to produce good fruit, forgetting
that our meantime is bound in service to the glory that waits, shyly, just out of time.
An Advent meditation for the Diocese of Ohio. Find more and sign up for daily meditations from around the Diocese here.