Advent

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The beauty of change in sacred verse

ignites a faith burning in hope

with purple-velvet skies and

pine firs bending to the gale.

The magnificent dusk

settles upon the starry sky.

With bursts of light;

the Creator’s flame

glistens throughout the night.

The Advent fire

flickers in the royal hue.

Preparing for Him

we light the lamp

for the coming of the King of Truth.

The Church bells toll

at the quiet still hour

with sweet fragrant smoke

and uplifted hands.

An evening oblation;

the breaking of bread

with the wedding feast

the new liturgical year begins.

Her fiat she gives us

with humility and grace.

God’s most precious gift,

in bated breath we wait.

The Word lives on,

a branch from the tree;

The heart of heaven on earth,

we await the Prince of Peace.

With heightened expectation

the sweet, scented rose of hope blossoms.

O Come, O Come Emmanuel,

we proclaim His great name.

Longing for the Christ child

we raise our voices

in hymnal praise.

Rejoice again, I say rejoice

before the great O's chime in.

The day will come;

the Nativity of the Lord.

We will sing in joyful tongue

on the day the Son of God is born.

This poem was originally published in Called to Love A Listening Heart A Book of Catholic Poetry, by Christina M. Sorrentino