This was meant to be the gathering words at the Watchnight service yesterday but I lots it minutes before the service began. I've still no idea where the first page of the liturgy went. I was making it up as you could tell. However Santa kindly donated a Kindle to me for Christmas. Now I can download the whole lot and never lose a single page. Of course I could lose the Kindle and there would be nothing...
When we wait in the night
in the hush that only stars can hold
as they bend towards the coming of the light;
when we wait in the night
labouring with anticipation
of what midnight shall bring;
when we wait in the night
listening to the cadence of minutes
beat in rhythm with the birth of hope;
may we hold our collective breaths
with the angelic host
as they clutch their restless alleluias,
for God is on the way:
the mother is labouring
the father pacing
the stable readying
the word is waiting
the light is sliding
and the promise is breaking through
When we wait in the longing for midnight
in expectation of Good News
may we choose to wait together
and find we have moved to the edge of our seats
for in such anticipation
it is the only place
for the Word to be born among us.
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