Crying in the wilderness,
weeping in the bush;
feeling some of the pain,
fear, despair and disappointment.
The prophets have been silenced;
only their tears remain,
dripping unseen from holy cheeks.
They say the Lord is coming.
Perhaps it is the tears,
the necessary tears,
by which our hearts are prepared.
Weeping in the wilderness,
crying in the bush.
© Ken Rookes 2013
Yes, I know the exegesis is dodgey, but it might just hold some truth, anyway.
Another poem for the second Sunday in Advent, year A, can be found here.