We wait in the silence of a new season

moving from spring to summer

from Pentecost to Advent

from busyness to quiet.


We crouch with Mary on the straw of our messy lives

letting go of everything but this moment.


We breathe in organic and homely smells

we breathe out the impulse to push, to rush

to stock up, to plan, to get things done

—and we wait. We wait.

We listen.

It is not yet time for labour.


This is the hour of rest.

This is the time for silence, breathing,


of a nascent, quickening Christ.

text © bronwyn angela white (2013), Kapiti Coast

collage of original photographs © bronwyn angela white