Advent. A time to wait. A time to remember. A time to hope.
A season I love and which I feel in the busyness around, I have not made enough time to savour this year.
And so last night, I sat down at my laptop and wrote a little poem about what I love about Advent.
Let's not busy away this beautiful time of year with Christmas stress.
Let's savour every morsel of waiting and remembering and hoping out of it.
Because really, that's what Christmas is all about anyway...
The scent of cloves and fir and berry,
Smiles surround us, hearts are merry
Candles burn, flames they flicker
"Christmas is coming" Advent whispers...
Cards they tumble to the floor
As presents under the tree grow more
Jolly laughter, happy noises
"Christmas is Coming" Advent voices...
Lights they glimmer on evenings dark,
ice cold winds on skylines stark.
Round the fire, warmth we seek
"Christmas is coming" Advent speaks...
The day draws near, excitement mounts,
carols are sung, sleeps to count,
Still we await the longed for name
"Christ is coming" Advent proclaims...
The day arrives, great joy abounds
As we remember and gather around
A meagre stable, a lowly stall
"Christ has come!" Christmas calls!
Excited hearts we look beyond
The stable, stall and carol songs,
So we await our hope to come...
"He's coming back" : Advent's just begun...
© Clarina's Contemplations. Christmas 2014