Father, teach us joy.
The Christmas feeling
Lost its meaning
In flashing lights, electric dreaming.
We race and chase and check a list
Until the days are gone amiss.
May you call us in our carols
In our traffic, in our deadness
And give our harried hearts the chance
To feel the wonder once again
Like waiting children
With nothing to dread.

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Art by Tina Cornett. Part 3 of a month-long series of Advent poetry.

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