In Advent, a light
Interrupts this world of strife,
As fragments of grace
Fall like snowflakes from tender
Skies in the still night.
All is so calm and quiet.
Children are sleeping
And dreaming of wondrous things.
Some people ponder
Charity and forgiveness.
In Advent, a light
Interrupts this world of strife.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem