In the Bleak Mid-winter, adapted for Advent
In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan,
Earth turned hard as iron, water like a stone.
Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow,
In the bleak midwinter, long ago. — Christina Rosetti, c. 1872
Frozen children seeking answers to their plight,
Yearning for redemption mid the wintry night.
Cold invading ev’ry heart, gripping ev’ry breast,
Plaguing weary mortals, too distraught to rest.
Hope is light in darkness, blossoms in the chill.
Light is life in winter, overcoming ill.
Promise holds no meaning once the spring is come,
Yet we claim its comfort mid the howling storm.
In our bleak mid-winter icy winds may blow,
Seeking to extinguish hope for all below.
In our midnight yearning promise is reborn.
Hope re-lights our candle, we await the morn.
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©Copyright 2004, Christopher B. Harbin
Earth turned hard as iron, water like a stone.
Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow,
In the bleak midwinter, long ago. — Christina Rosetti, c. 1872
Frozen children seeking answers to their plight,
Yearning for redemption mid the wintry night.
Cold invading ev’ry heart, gripping ev’ry breast,
Plaguing weary mortals, too distraught to rest.
Hope is light in darkness, blossoms in the chill.
Light is life in winter, overcoming ill.
Promise holds no meaning once the spring is come,
Yet we claim its comfort mid the howling storm.
In our bleak mid-winter icy winds may blow,
Seeking to extinguish hope for all below.
In our midnight yearning promise is reborn.
Hope re-lights our candle, we await the morn.
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