Looking out my office window
cold clear December morning
snow, ice, still covering
some of the lawn
across the yard, to the
cross
the labyrinth, still draped
a mantle of snow remaining
Your sun, Lord, shining
alive with light, with color
falling on the birch cross
Your sun on the cross
remembering, in this Advent
season
Your son, coming into the
world
first as a baby, wrapped in
swaddling
in that humble manger bed
Climbing that cross, by His
choice
following your will, the Servant,
even unto death
Coming again, in his final
victory
your light coming into the
world once more
shining your light into the
darkness
Your son, no longer on the
cross
seated on the throne,
victorious
the sun on the cross, in the
yard
remaining in snow
edited February 24, 2014
Your Sun – v2
December 8, 2009
Your Sun
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