ADVENT 2018

The moon is blood red, and
Angels are restless,
Walking on sacred ground.

The time is near.

We who are festive and
Of good cheer
Wait
For the gifts of the magi,
Believing.

Where is my love? He has
Gone, leaving
Me in a time of despair.

Wait on the Lord,
He will be here.
We shall touch him.

Angels, we
Shall touch him and all shall
Be healed.