Refound
O Center of Advent,
The One who promises presence
In our lives,
As I seek Your presence
May I be refound.
Refound not in the sense
That I have been lost
And need finding
But refound in the sense
That I may be recast
Like a cracked bell
Whose music reaches out
And reverberates and echoes
In all the earth.
I want my music to be Your dance
And Your dance to be with me,
Perichoresis.
Refound me Center of Advent,
In and by the weightiness of
Your presence.
