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Advent God, as winter dusk pulls the solstice close, and frost lays down its silver hush, the deep blue of the season chills the senses, and folds itself into the silence where words leave hardly an echo… in the cold may we hold our breath – (the weight of a winter’s night) heavy with waiting, and wonder: something extraordinary is about to happen… it is as if there is a gap in our memory where a distant phrase once sat, an ancient word that has lived there for long lengths of time, has now shifted just out of sight, but the pattern of it agitates the air as if drawing breath, soon to be spoken, and we live in the sensation of something extraordinary is about to happen… and the solstice midnight harbours such promise, filled with silent echoes of words not yet spoken, sounds not yet made, fingers not yet curling, eyes not yet seeing, love not yet broken, and in this season may we live with the sensation something extraordinary, is about to happen. Amen.
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