The Advent Wreath
The leaves are all gone, the trees are barren and bare,
The autumn winds are chilling, yet anticipation’s everywhere.
It is the Advent season,
The winter nights grow near,
We search for the warmth inside ourselves,
Wreaths are everywhere.
Cousins to our Christmas trees that bring us joy and brilliance,
We place them in and on our homes,
And they remind us of resilience.
Circular in shape, symbols of connection
That despite the cold and dark of night
We’ll find light and resurrection.
