five haiku for advent

Saturday morning.
He whose death will birth new life
is borning. Come, Lord.



Zechariah is
mute no more. John loves honey
and chases locusts.



Elizabeth, filled
with Holy Spirit, blesses
cousin and nephew.



Steady Joseph helps
pregnant Mary settle down.
No room at the inn.



And so we wait. Still
while the world shops around us.
We wait... for the Gift.