I live my Advent in the womb of Mary. And on one night when a great star swings free from its high mooring and walks down the sky to be the dot above the Christus i, I shall be born of her by blessed grace. I wait in Mary-darkness, faith's walled place, with hope's expectance of nativity.
I knew for long she carried me and fed me, guarded and loved me, though I could not see. But only now, with inward jubilee, I come upon earth's most amazing knowledge: SOMEONE IS HIDDEN IN THIS DARK WITH ME.
~from "Advent" in SELECTED POETRY by Jessica Powers