“Advent” – by Sr. Christine Schenk


by Sister Christine Schenk

I wait
with quickened hope
for crooked paths
to straighten,
with tough-soul’d
while blinded
keepers of the keys
shut out
God’s own.

(If such a thing were possible.)

I wait,
and will not be
I wait,
and will not be

For tiny shoot
of Jesse tree
took root in me
to love
give sight
set free.


“Not Yet” (An Advent Poem)

“Not yet,” He said.
Or—At least He implied.
Or—At least I inferred from His
Years of silence. Decades of silence. 400 years of silence
Or—At least it seems that way.

So forgive me, but it’s hard to believe.
It’s hard to wait.
It’s hard to listen when all I hear is . . .
—Did you hear it?
I didn’t either.
Not yet.

My heart is faint;
Come, quickly.
My eyelids droop;
Come, quickly.

Lifter of my head, I wait for You.
I behold a sky waiting for a star of hope
I belong to a world waiting for a Son of God,
A Savior
Not yet.
But soon.