Advent

 

Advent – the time of waiting,

external doors wide open, internal fast and closed.

Woe the bringers of light who find people asleep, intoxicated by the world,

shutting their doors of heart.

The greatest present, fettered by darkness,

delivered at Christmas – from the beginning,

the lack is only of receivers.

 

Your guesthouse and stable

 

Is there room in your guesthouse for the Child of Christmas?

Is he coming to the darkness of your stable, into the middle of your wild animals?

The pure in hearts will hear the call, notice the sacred birth

and the birth into the sacred.

Wasted is the celebration of Christmas unless your stable is clean.

Open your eyes, you child of the world, the magic of Christmas is soon over.