Advent is a season for stillness and
Quiet discernment, when we understand
Deeply, the notion of active waiting
For Him. And then, our hearts can truly sing.
O He will come to us as ragged child,
And help us to bless, all things that are mild!
He will come to us, and like a flower
Arise from cold earth, with subtle power.
Advent is a sacred time when we find
Sanctuary, away from pressure signs,
And appreciate what life is truly
Worth; sharing our dreams with our families
And friends. It's a time when we gently bask
In the warm glow of firesides. When our tasks
Are over for the day, we can repose,
And consider winter's first, precious rose.
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Author:
Dominic Windram (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This Winter Rose: ( Quatrain) The slow unfolding of Beauty Is exemplified by this rose. In the midst of winter, it gleams. It defies life's persistent woes.
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Comments1
Beautiful metaphors decorate this poem and give it meaning. Nicely worded it shines at this time of year. Well done
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