December 3, 2020

Advent I: What Fruit Remains

First Sunday of Advent
November 27, 2011

Isaiah 64:1-9
Psalm 80:1-7, 17-19
1 Corinthians 1:3-9
Mark 13:24-37

Prayer of the Day
Stir up your power, Lord Christ, and come. By your merciful protection waken us to the threatening dangers of our sins, and keep us blameless until the coming of your new day, for you live and reign with the Father and the Holy Spirit, one God, now and forever.

We all fade like a leaf,
and our iniquities, like the wind, take us away. (Isaiah 64:6b)

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a sonnet for advent I

what fruit remains lies rotted on the ground
cold wind and rains have stripped the branches bare
all color washed away, save gray and brown
a few stray leaves lie trembling ‘neath the stair
the sun’s pale light hangs lower in the sky
and soon it falls beneath the crushing night
and time itself grows ossified and chill…
so long we have to wait for morning light!
i pull the covers close around my neck
my mind a muddled, melancholy mess
in dawn’s still dark, i hesitate to rise
full knowing i must shiver as i dress
the deck wood cracks beneath my halting tread
a redbird flashes by, i lift my head


  1. Beautiful, Chaplain Mike!

  2. That sonnet beautifully captures the mood of coming winter. THanks,


  3. Glenn A Bolas says

    That’s really nice, Chaplain Mike. And by ‘nice’, I mean ‘brilliant’.

  4. Dan Crawford says

    An exquisite poem, Chaplain Mike. And it captures so well the tone of the readings for this First Sunday of Advent.

  5. The older I get, the more I can understand those words.

    Life is fleeting. But our Lord is our Hope and Stay.

    Thanks, Chaplain Mike.

  6. Tangible!!

  7. It’s a foggy dreary morning here. Appreciate your comments. Is there a source for the texts you chose? I have been following the Christian year in ,”The common Book Of Prayer,” 1928 edition.

  8. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: I love your poetry. Thank you.