25: The 1 to 24 tiny doors of hope bringers...

The 1 to 24 tiny doors of hope bringers

Knock, and we will make room.

By Mary

(Put up on Christmas Eve with Lotte in tow just outside where Jill used to live. With fond memories...)

For those of you who got this far - this is the poem Annabelle wrote for us, which inspired us to make these boxes this advent:

Now is the waiting time The writing a list and making a wish time                The 1 to 24 tiny door chocolate surprise time,        And we are the ones who wait. 1. Waiting We are the tree on the corner waiting for Spring       We are the bookmaker’s regular waiting for a win   We are the 308 waiters sharing a shelter, Half-smiling at an upstairs neighbour. We are the hopeful news awaiters The job-hunters, the dooms-dayers The ordinary soothsayers We are all gazing at the stars.                        2. Accepting Me, you, us. Car, bike, bus. Shop, café, flat Memory, moment, chat. This city, this home This street, well known. These paths we tread, Be still, take a breath.          See, listen, touch. We miss so much. Touch, listen, see, Us, you, me. 3. Journeying Come, now and you will feel the world turn.               Day breaks and night falls Despite all. We are the journeying ones The time travellers, on and on. Step by step, from near and far              We journey on, we follow our star. 4. Birthing And unto us, a new beginning The days fall away with the leaves Autumn seeds buried under Winter ground Germinate as we celebrate In the park at the end of the street  Shoots of life start to peep. Here are the waiters, the journey takers, From East and West, the star seekers, The 1 to 24 tiny doors of hope bringers Knock, and we will make room.