Advent IV

A little poem for the last few days of Advent waiting.

Only God could have designed so perfectly

The shimmering snow that dusts the trees,

Guarding against the winter’s chill,

Storing up the cool rush

Of spring’s flourishing.

 

Only God could, smiling patiently,

Prepare such a feast

For the frozen soul’s

Awakening.

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