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ADVENT

I saw Him there

In the dark alley of my soul

Sifting with bloody fingers

Through the shards

Of broken altars oft rebuilt

Fragments of false gods

Names of power, lust, greed

Erected and smashed

Only to be built once more

As I try to ignore my need

For a God I can’t control

My need to deserve

My need to earn

Patiently He sifts

Through the shattered colors

Crafting my brokenness

Into beauty

Rob is an Anglican priest and spiritual director in San Antonio, TX.
The stained-glass was an ordination gift crafted by Kerry Little of Lufkin, TX.

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