God's coming can be most unexpected

A friend sent me this poem by Archbishop of Canterbury Rowan Williams, and it reminds me as the weather changes, yet again, that life is full of surprises....and there is nothing, and no place, and no time, where God cannot be....

"Advent Calendar" by Rowan Williams

He will come like last leaf's fall.

One night when November wind

Has flayed the trees to the bone, and earth

wakes choking on the mould,

the soft shroud's folding.

He will come like frost.

One morning when the shrinking earth

opens on mist, to find itself

arrested in the net

of alien, sword-set beauty.

He will come like dark.

One evening when the bursting red

December sun draws up the sheet

and penny-masks its eye to yield

the star-snowed fields of sky.

He will come, will come,

will come like crying in the night,