Advent

Waiting, Waiting, Waiting

And all the time the lights fade,

Standing, sitting, running, Kneeling

Not understanding , why just feeling.

Evil seems so very close,

I feel its breathe upon my cheek,

It mutters slogans whispers slowly

Of all it hates about the weak

And then the weak are

All around me linking arms

they now surround me

Love you see once it’s invited

Calms the soul of those benighted

So as we wait for the world

To come at last to its senses,

Circle round all those you can

Protecting them not from some ‘ devil’

But from the deeds of their fellow man.

© Bernard Pearson