Advent Thought - Dylan Thomas

For Advent, I re-read Dylan Thomas' "A Child's Christmas in Wales" and two excerpts stand out for me this year.

From the beginning of the book:

"All the Christmases roll down toward the two-tongued sea, like a cold and headlong moon bundling down the sky that was our street; and they stop at the rim of the ice-edged, fish-freezing waves, and I plunge my hands in the snow and bring out whatever I can find."

And I ask myself, when I plunge my hands into the unknown, what do I find?

From the end of the book:

"I said some words to the close and holy darkness, and then I slept."

Good words for Advent, a perfect time to speak words into the close and holy darkness.