by Sue Feltman
NOW THE HEAVENS START TO WHISPER
Now the heavens start to whisper, as the veil is growing thin.
Earth from slumber wakes to listen to the stirring, faint within;
Seed of promise, deeply planted, child to spring from Jesse’s stem!
Like the soil beneath the frostline,
Hearts grow soft to welcome him.
Heavy clouds that block the moonlight now begin to drift away.
Diamond brilliance through the darkness shines the hope of coming day.
Christ, the morning star of splendor, gleams within a world grown dim.
Heaven’s ember fans to fullness;
Hearts grow warm to welcome him.
Christ, eternal Sun of justice, Christ, the rose of wisdom’s seed,
Come to bless with fire and fragrance hours of yearning, hurt, and need.
In the lonely, in the stranger, in the outcast, hid from view:
Child who comes to grace the manger,
Teach our hearts to welcome you.
#94 in GLORY TO GOD
Text by Mary Louise Bringle
This Advent text artfully interweaves what is hidden and what is revealed, primarily in the coming of the long-awaited Messiah. But Christ himself taught us about another hidden truth, his presence in the “least of these” (Matthew 25:40,45), whom we are also called to welcome.