Immanuel (God Is With Us) Poem by DM W

All around, we can hear winter's bitter moans.
O the icy wind has flayed the trees to bone!
The old leaves have been torn off and condemned.
It's a time to reflect; to make amends.
In this Advent season, we keenly recall,
The one lowly born; yet rarer than gold:
He was as pure as the coming of spring.
A symbol of light; amidst suffering:
He was a world shaker; a dream weaver;
Who boldly confronted our howling days.
Whose kingdom is beyond all mortal power;
Whose love is adorned with flakes of beauty;
Whose grace is as soft as snow & flowers;
Whose crucifixion was a new beginning.