Saturday, 28 November 2015

Though All Hopes Fall to Dust

An Advent Poem
As a man waking in a dark night
runs to the window, and there afar 
sees the first gleam of dawn
and the morning star.

...a woman struggling, as she grows,
feels the first birth-pangs, sure, though fearing
that through more pain to come
child-dawn is nearing.

And a world grown old in sin and blood
yearns for an answer and hopes so long
though all hopes fall to dust
hears an angel song.

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