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An Advent Poem The year narrows to its conclusion And days are compressed to a shorter span. Landscapes take on a bleaker aspect While congenial lamps shed a welcome light. Beyond our comforting and well lit homes The universe appears vast and unmeasured. Light pulsates from distant pale nebulae And minds reach out to grasp its meaning. Will the Father's handwriting seen In distant constellations speak to us? We are awed, troubled and overwhelmed Yet universal in its scope and meaning. A young woman sees fulfilled The words of an angelic messenger As she folds in her arms a newborn child. Published in the December 2001 edition of the Church Magazine
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