Advent – week 1 (HOPE)
The Advent wind begins to stir
With sea-like sounds in our Scotch fir,
It’s dark at breakfast, dark at tea,
And in-between we only see
Clouds hurrying across the sky
On some momentous journey bound–
Journey to what? To whom? To where?
The Advent bells call out, “Prepare,
Your world is journeying to the birth
Of God made man for us on earth.”
~ John Betjeman
I have never heard this glorious poem before— going to copy it down now and would like to memorise it. Thank you for sharing it dear Lady Avonlea! God bless you all this holy season! xoxoxo
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