ADVENT

ADVENT

Now are days of ineffable waiting,

splendorous past surmise –

Oh the feel of a babe’s soft fingers!

Oh the star-pools in its eyes!

For the bud which the Spirit grafted

to the stainless, mystic rose,

is full to break to blossom

amid the lonely snows.

Sister M Thérèse SDS

Now there is Beauty.  MacMillan.  1940                                              

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