Advent Hope by Olive Malcom – 2nd Prize 2020

Sharp rasp of ancient key in ancient lock.

We leave the womb-like

sanctuary in silence

the last strains of music

resounding in our hearts.

Darkness enshrines the honeyed stone

centuries of prayer locked

within its protective walls.

Candles snuffed out, dust

settles in forgotten corners.

The longing for light is stronger this year

the passionate yearning for hope

and peace more profound.

imprisoned in the darkness of fear

we search for the miracle of a star.

As we scurry home through deserted streets,

doors and windows barred against

the unseen enemy, the enduring bones

of our faith look out over the town

prayer silhouetted against the night sky.