Advent Song - Poem by Steven Federle
In the cold, hard dome
of December's sky,
distant stars carelessly glide
above our dark, bewildered lives
as we search heaven
for one, perfect star,
but despair that, for us,
heaven's too far.
What gift can we give you,
O Bethlehem's son,
to help save the children
of faithless Eve and bold Adam?
Comments about Advent Song by Steven Federle
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
Mary Elizabeth Frye