This Time Of Year (Advent,2019) Poem by DM W

This time of year, the cruel sleet pelts and the wind howls.
Day is a brief flash of light between bitter realms
of darkness; when birth and death are closest to one
Another. In Advent, we look to a bright star,
In the wintry night skies, to guide us. O We pray
By our firesides, for the softly flowing streams
Of the spirit to enlighten us. We pray for
The grace and mercy of the Christ child to heal us.
For we are lost and broken. We constantly bear
The heavy weight of mortal pains. Don't forsake us
O eternal, life bearing mother without sin.
Let us gather together, in this coldest of
Seasons, and bask in the warm glow of Him you brought
And always bring to birth. For holy is His name.