Advent 1201
Donald P. Goodman III
Version 1.0,
An endless winter covers all the eye can see,
and smothers all creation in the cold and black
of ending every growing thing, from leaf of tree
to frozen creeping things surrend'ring to the lack
of needed light and warmth; and all that's green has died
or slumbers, hoping better times will soon arise
to give them cause to sprout again, fate ever tied
to ending the eternal cold and dark of lies.
Then in the darkness shine four candles; warmth and light
shed round; in hope of coming spring creation sighs.
A child is coming! Making all things new and right,
a sun to fill the world with warmth and make it bright!