with fragrant fir beneath,
shaped with care into a ring
to form an Advent wreath.
Weeks go past; by Christmas Eve
this circled evergreen
is topped by flame-tipped candles –
short, tall, and in-between.
Raise your voices, everyone;
sing of a Babe so small;
bright candlelight reminds us
He was the greatest Light of all.
What a gentle poem that ends with a very powerful truth. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteLet the lights increase as we move towards His Victory over Darkness.
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