One of my favorite Advent anthems I used to sing with our church choir was titled “Anticipation”. It was a jewel of tight 20th Century harmony supporting a beautiful poem whose author I cannot find. It goes something like this:
The sky is black
The dawn is but a promise
and here I wait
impatient for the light.
My dearest friend is coming back
Anticipation fills the endless night
and soon the sky will fill with golden sunlight.
The day will break with joy beyond compare,
and I will fly…I will fly…
to meet him in the air.
I haven’t got the music or the lyrics to cite the source, but it haunts me in these long nights of darkness waiting for my dearest friend, The Sun, who warms me and enlightens my soul. Soon we will celebrate the Solstice, the return of the Sun, and days will lengthen steadily. That is a hope and a joy to anticipate!