Advent Song

In the cold, hard dome
of December's sky,
distant stars carelessly glide
above our dark, bewildered lives

as we search heaven
for one, perfect star,
but despair that, for us,
heaven's too far.

What gift can we give you,
O Bethlehem's son,
to help save the children
of faithless Eve and bold Adam?

poem by Steven FederleReport problemRelated quotes
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