I love the way the rhythm and structure of this poem bring us around again and again to a sense of hopeful yearning, a longing that will be fulfilled… but not yet.
This is very much my experience of faith. Perhaps it is this that draws me so much to Advent (it is my favourite liturgical season). Watching and waiting and longing and hoping are very much where I know God, even as I long to know God more.
This is not the hopeless yearning of unrequited love. It is love which has been requited since before time itself, and which will – surely will – be brought at last to fulfillment. But not yet. This is the hopeful yearning of a promise that will certainly be kept, that has already been kept, that is even now unfolding.
This year for #AdventBookClub a group of us are reading “In The Bleak Midwinter” by Rachel Mann. Join us on Facebook or Twitter for daily reflections and discussions. We are also raising money for the Trussell Trust: https://www.justgiving.com/fundraising/adventbookclub2019.