Poetry that evokes the profound, the beautiful is a way to deepen your Advent journey. Advent prepares us for the Word become flesh. Brother Augustine Denis Towey, C.M. (+November 22, 2012) penned this, as well as many other poems. It’s good to pass on a gift.

You Are a Word God Utters to Me
You are a word God utters to me,
His voice in the dark
And out of the dark
The thrumming syllables of light,
Heard in a whisper sometimes,
Sometimes a shout.

You are a word God utters to me,
Out of the throat of salvation
And out of His silence
For mine
Into the imperfect sentence of time.

You are a word God utters to me,
In the syntax of your eyes,
In the dialect of your hands.
You are God’s syllables,
His breath like a ghost in the shape of a thought,
And in the economy of His speech
You are a little air between His lips.

You are a word God utters to me,
The same word always
Which I do not always hear
The same, not being altogether fluent in the language.

You are a word God utters to me,
Neither lie, nor random, nor a second thought.

You are his diction, accent, definition,
God’s verb, His lyric, His conversation,
His rhythm, His rhyme.

You are a word God utters to me,
And I am a word with which he answers you.