poem for advent

whole hearted

"look, look up at the stars, look at all the fire-folk sitting in the air!"
--gerard manley hopkins

should you begin to hum
streams and creeks would
coax you on, timorous for
the thrill and thrum in time
with your own heart

          vulnerable

will you then let the song feel you
like a metal bowl rung round in cupped hands
wants to vibrate with your chords
as rivers pouring into seas?

          uncertain

and while you might pretend not
to be dancing, constellations pulse
eager witnesses overseeing all
that you have yet to be

          worthy

ls 12.6.15