Advent Poem by DM W

Advent



The new winter poems I write
Are cloaked in frost and moonlight;
Not the glitter and tinsel
Of vain shadow festivals.
They speak of ancient fable:
Of Love born in a stable;
Of the Kingdom of Mercy;
Transcending frayed history;
Of a star in deepest night;
Of a different kind of light;
Radiating Innocence
And peculiar stillness.

Advent
Wednesday, December 13, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: christmas
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Leah Ross 13 December 2017

very nice well penned love it

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Dominic Windram 18 December 2017

Thanks so much Leah...much appreciated!

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