Hope is a spark
Like a solitary Star at midnight, it holds a promise
Of life, of a dawn after the dark
We have walked in shadows and languished in solitude,
But upon our night a Light has arisen.
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Peace is a warmth
Like the sound of a mother’s voice, it welcomes
Weary hearts to a place of rest, of comfort
The world is cruel to the weak and imperfect,
But the heart of the Savior is a haven to us.
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Joy is a flame
Like a burst of wings and sweet voices, it proclaims
Hosanna in a frosted soul, a frozen field
Our feet fly over the ground to greet the King; we are poor in spirit,
But a great light has kindled within our hearts.
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Love is a fire
Like the pulsing of a tiny heart, it breathes life into
A world of stone, a life spent in darkness
The incense in our hands is imperfect, our gold is blemished
But our hearts have been made anew
A tender and inspiring poem for the begnning of Advent, Clare-Therese! You do a wonderful job contrasting darkness and light, and the traditional association of flame with the power of the Holy Spirit. Also, you emphasize the importance of Advent as a time to revitalize our spiritual lives. I love the line: “The incense in our hands is imperfect, our gold is blemished/But our hearts have been made anew.”
A tender and inspiring poem for the begnning of Advent, Clare-Therese! You do a wonderful job contrasting darkness and light, and the traditional association of flame with the power of the Holy Spirit. Also, you emphasize the importance of Advent as a time to revitalize our spiritual lives. I love the line: “The incense in our hands is imperfect, our gold is blemished/But our hearts have been made anew.”