First Sunday of Advent
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A Poem by Rosa Lía Gilbert
Somewhere in a dark room,
someone lights a candle. Such bold defiance,
to let flames engulf dullness like the break of dawn.
Why must we always crack the darkness?
Is the work ever over?
When will I be allowed to breathe?
But somewhere in a dim, dirty stable,
God came down and lit a candle for me
that cannot be blown out.
I’m free to breathe.
Rosa Gilbert is a publishing assistant at Calla Press Publishing LLC. Born and raised in the Dominican Republic, Spanish is her first language, but it was through learning English that she fell in love with words. Her work has been published at Ekstasis, Clayjar Review, The Way Back to Ourselves, Vessels of Light, Prosetrics Literary Magazine, among others. She lives in Ohio with her husband and daughter. You can find her writing at https://rosagilbert.substack.com/ and @rosagilbertpoetry.
