Note: Shared by Liz Sorensen Wessel
Advent Poem by Rainer Maria Rilke
In the winter forest the wind drives
the flock of snowflakes like a shepherd,
And a fir tree senses how soon
she will be blessed with candle-light,
and strains to hear. She shelters
the white ways with her branches – ready
to resist the wind, reaching towards
the one Holy Night.
Advent Mandala by ~liz


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