Your advent rushed through the ridges between goosebumps,
and in the stillness I can taste its victory.
I can feel the freedom that was lost, unseen, 
Stuck in the static of fingers grasping for identity.
In hope I wait, wrestling with patience.
In faith I surrender to this ever-welcomed audience.
In joy I release every giggle unto your grace,
And in peace I settle into a promise you’re here in this space.
So I’ll loosen the gravel tied to my stride,
I’ll break from the chains that my past said to tie.
Here, I’m all yours, take what you will.
Your advent convinced me to rest and be still.