The third Sunday of Advent/

allows us to see a glimmer of light on the way/

of reflection in the noisome crowded external/

do everything for everyone/

secretly want the big gaping hole inside/

finally filled/

under construction we pause draped in purple/

and listen to the launch of a burble of pink/

pink sandy beaches/

the pink of sunrise/

and sunset/

the pink filled with God breaking into/

the stubborn world/

the weary inner world/

one more/

time/