when all has gone quiet
and the world begins to sleep
cooried in and snug
beneath a blanket of frost
when the universe holds it’s breath
and angels begin to stretch their wings
and stars begin to slide
into constellations of hope
when music seems to hang in the air
and creation hums it’s own carol
about the longing for light
and birth again from wintertime
then the waiting ones gather
to listen to these rumours
and whisper about the birth
of a child made all of light
and together pass the word
that soon and very soon
advent will slip into sign
and waiting into birth
so let us gather with ever beating hearts
staying with Mary and Joseph
wondering, labouring, longing, expecting
the promise to break through the night
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