Advent

Shadows
reflected on cave wall
dancing amidst stalagmites
turning in caverns
waiting in darkness
trapped without light.
No thought given
to the existence
of the breath of the real
much less
to its fullness.

Coming
portrayed in narrative
long awaited
dreamed in hope
written on hearts
envisioned in life.
Yet you all
do not await,
do not observe,
do not respond,
save to shadows.

content
to just exist
among these shadows
in the desert
of the real.