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, now near her time,

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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