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The Advent Wreath

advent wreath in light and shadows

Waxen pillars tipped with fire

in a ring of evergreen;

like our souls, the flames lift higher

with our prayers to God unseen.

Remember, remember

in the bleak of December…

Waiting silence, dark of night,

yields for us the Living Light.

Flesh is He, and blood and bone,

born to us, no more unknown.

© 2021 Christina Chase

Feature Photo by Grant Whitty on Unsplash

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Although crippled by disease, I'm fully alive in love. I write about the terrible beauty and sacred wonder of life, while living with physical disability and severe dependency. A revert to the Catholic faith through atheism, I'm not afraid to ask life's big questions. I explore what it means to be fully human through my weekly blog and have written a book: It's Good to Be Here, published by Sophia Institute Press.

5 thoughts on “The Advent Wreath Leave a comment

  1. Your poems and writing are always heartfelt! Thank You for sharing each week, I always look forward to reading them on Friday mornings!
    ❤️Merry Christmas!

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