Poem for Advent

(Found here)

He comes at last, the long-expected painter
in working clothes, carrying ladders, paint-
splattered dropsheets. He’ll cover everything
and scan each wall for cracks
                        caused by the building shifting,
plaster and scrape, making rough places plain.
If he’s inclined he’ll hum
                        Lo how a rose ere blooming
while I remove from every room all hindrances:
the vining ivy, ornaments, those matched lamps
that might get in the way of things. Myself.

When everything is ready he’ll begin.

~Sarah Klassen

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