Anticipations

Something of a mystical turn here, and perhaps not what traditionally Advent is seen as, and I wanted to convey a sense of the Magi, of knowing something is coming, but not known quite what, only that it involved some idea of transcendence.

Anticipations

Now is the time. Strange lights in the sky
As the cosmic dance of planets and stars
Begins. Now Saturn rising, Jupiter up high
And brilliant red, the planet of war, Mars

Signs in the heavens, signs that speak out
Something will happen, the time is close
Hear music of the spheres, and no doubt
It is a melancholy air, sad and morose

Portents tell us, if we but knew how
But there’s the rub, how to read
And in the sacred space just now
We call on the elements, sip mead

We wait, expectantly, listening hard
As Jupiter, Regula and Saturn meet
And we cut the pack, and take a card
Lights come together, coalesce, greet

The Falling Tower, the Star, the Fool
Dancing in the morning, noon, night
Once more drawing nearer to Yule
Transcendence born again in light