Christmas Spirit Whisperings

Quiet preparations, unhurried, begin
And gradually Spirit whispers into me
"O come and adore again."

So I do
The now frosted sunrise
Vanilla of candles
Small, warm lights on green
Hand made messages of Joy to mail
Gifts, careful-bought and tucked away hiding

Words crafted to Let It Be Christmas
Praying, hoping that they bring something new, inspiring, lifting
Prayers on knees in the quiet of early, early Sunday morning
Before anyone else arrives








O Generous Father
Courageous Son
Pervasive Spirit
Come again to us

Make us ready