FIRST SUNDAY: STAR GAZING
Gazing to check the
the planetary timetable —
anticipating
an expected good
as yet undiscovered but
as sure as the stars —
the Magi — masters
of ancient astrophysics —
peer behind the spheres
to what lies ahead —
and bending time over space
plunge into the vast
gravitational
pull — rotations and orbits —
unity of hope.

SECOND SUNDAY: STEPPING OUT
Why risk the trip for
an ending already known?
Better stay at home.
Stepping out requires
the weight of evidence, not
certainty of proof.
The weeks extend with
growing anticipation —
substance of desire.
No one knows the good
or bad conclusion until
end of days and miles.
So on and on they
journeyed — enduring by faith
the traveling trials.

THIRD SUNDAY: GUIDING PRSENCE
Through the darkened days —
in the dull barren landscape —
joy jars the journey
joy — unexpected —
bubbles in an icy brook
with cold, sharp cleansing
joy — astonishing —
whispers the awakening
secrets of pure air
joy — magnificent —
sweetens red sacred wine, serves
consecrated bread
joy — comfort filling —
sparkles through the soul’s dark night —
a guiding Presence

FOURTH SUNDAY: NEW DIRECTION
Returns have dangers —
anticipations, too planned,
bear disappointments.
Best to go back home
by another way — keeping
sharp in the strangeness.
New landscape, new road,
new direction: Pouring out
promises to keep —
leaving far behind
intrigues of academy,
temple, and throne room —
embracing the breeze
of the open, one-way road —
growing peace of mind
