camara bensinger — Blog — Danielle S. Castillejo

Mary, can you beckon us back to Advent in its’ truest form?

This year needs more than a forest of lights draped over stiff buildings.
It needs more than cheerful Christmas melodies.

Even the restful aroma of a plucked tree’s pine and mint
Cannot swallow such vast lament,
It’s despair that hangs in the air.

Cruel mysteries surround us

About a plundered earth

Where people are pillaged,

Possessions cherished,

And cravings for power, insatiable.

With certain skin shades despised

While another is idolized.

Where there are wars and walls,

Image bearers banished to cages.

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