Published on: December 5th, 2006
Advent II
A poem by H. Edgar Hix
The year the tree fell:
Little bits of brittle angels
all over the floor,
bent up boxes,
and torn paper.
I cut myself a dozen times
on sparkly slivers of broken balls.
* * *
The year the tree falls:
No pastoral night nativities
No gentle carpenter
hung on boards.
This time,
Advent comes on horseback
and the angels will be armed.
H. Edgar Hix
[Reprinted from Student Leadership journal, Winter 1990]
