Advent Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

Today I ponder hours that lead
Toward one precious day
When Jesus in a manger lay
To light our errant way

Soon all the world in joy declares
This news with praise to sing
As those who have and who do not
Prepare to meet our King

Young girls with woven candle wreaths
Walk, singing down the lanes
Each evening a new flame is lit
To honor Him who reigns

Each candle signifies a day
Preparing for that light
Born on a night in Bethlehem
Great hope to sinners’ plight

When all the wreaths are filled with lights
Then comes that sacred hour
Grand visions of old men and bards
Come true with greatest power

That little babe, a fragile reed
Whom many tried to harm
Became the strongest link of all
To draw us to God’s arms

When I see candles burning bright
And flowers knit in rows
I think of Advent’s holy weeks
When all hearts are aglow

How fortunate we are today
To be part of that night
Foretold in prophets fondest dreams
The darkness saw great light.