Monday, December 3, 2018

On The First Sunday Of Advent

In the deep and dark wood's heart
Where moans the North Wind cold,
You will find a sun-filled cave
When you walk a spiral road.
Shimmering stars will sing above
To the crystals that glitter below,
While you draw your light from a flame so bright
Bringing warmth the sparkling snow. 
-Adventsong by Eugene Schwartz 

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