Psalm for the 4th Sunday in Advent

In the morning mist
wait the coastal hills,
waves fixed, sea frozen
to solid rock,
smooth
as rippled silk.

The mountains wait too,
but closer to the sun
they know more,
and do not despair

for they know that soon
heaven will call on them
to proclaim His peace
and plenty!

Then will the poor
have their fill
of justice.

poem by Steven Federle
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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