BY CHRYSTIE COLE: My soul is a well-worn wood floor that’s known ten thousand heavy footfalls. Creaking and cracking and popping under the weight of it all.

ART BY SOFIA RECTOR: The eye of the Lord is on those who wait upon his love. Psalm 33:18

AN ADVENT POEM & REFLECTIONAdvent is a sacred space on our calendar; a welcome recline after a hard year and a simultaneous straining toward hope. I published a poem a few years ago about the agony & beauty of the in-between. You can read or listen to a short excerpt here.