December night skies are studded with stars.
Divine promises are travelling. far
And wide, across forsaken, wintry worlds.
They're difficult to transcribe in mere words.
Advent brings with it: Joy, Mercy and Grace.
To suffering, It provides a human face.
O the snow falls slowly like angels' dreams!
From above heavenly light seems to stream.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem