I'm stopping here on this bench and I'm going to see if I see you
I'm going to refuse the anonymity of being lost in the sea of my own agenda I'm going to sit right here and look and wait because you must be hiding in this monastery where I keep being called
Wise Ones -- you must be here somewhere with packages headed for your manger
Shepherds, if I sit here, I bet I will see you with your sheep following the sound of your voice -- not finding the way by looking, but listening
I hear music, is it the drummer boy? You must be here in the midst of this my Advent monastery... is that your music I hear?
There are calls to be followed places to be sent arrivals that accentuate the needs in the monastery of patience
For here in this place there is waiting without control over time For here in this place I sit on this bench and wait amidst the other seekers
For here in this place I practice patience I practice peace I practice presence
Here, I sit in my Advent monastery this is where I'm called to let Advent shape me
the Advent monastery
of the airport
I'm just going to sit on this bench and watch -- be present listen to the calls -- look beyond my judgments of who you are dissuade my annoyance with delay after uncontrollable delay practice patience with the inconsiderate compatriot using three chairs for luggage stop judging the injustice of zone 6 cattle call try to love the allure of free baggage while practicing peace in a gate change migration
Here... is where I am called in my Advent monastery of the real
