Day 14 of Advent
There is a winter fog on at Fair Haven, thick and icy, blending
sky and river into heavy wool silver as deep down on the back of a lamb. A fire leaps in our stove, shut tight behind
a glass door. I have spent my life
sitting in front of fires in boxes. Reading
in Exodus. God’s gonna put Himself in a
box, Fire in a box, but boy howdy wait until Advent, He’s coming out. No one can keep God in a box, not even
God.
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